She never looked at him when he returned to the pew.
At the luncheon afterward, Greg approached me with a plate of ham and potato salad.
“We need to talk about the house.”
I stared at him.
“Greg, we buried Mom today.”
“I know. But I’m the executor. Mom put me in charge of the estate, remember?”
He rubbed his neck.
“I think we should sell immediately. The market’s good. If we wait until spring, who knows what happens.”
“It’s been four days since she died.”
“I know.”
He lowered his voice.
“I already spoke to a real estate agent. He thinks we could list within two weeks. I also arranged for a junk-removal company to clear the basement and garage on Monday.”
“Monday?”
I almost laughed.
“I haven’t even looked through her things.”
“You can do it this weekend.”
He shrugged.
“Take whatever you want. The rest is junk. Dad’s tools. Old boxes. That freezer. Everything.”
