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“Yep. Getting into my rental car now and heading to the cabin.”

“How was the flight?” she asked.

“Besides the endless texts from Daryl, it went smoothly.”

“Daryl? The fuck was he messaging you for?”

“He was offended that I left without saying anything to him.”

“You said all you had to a month ago.”

“I know, but apparently it wasn’t enough. I kept my response short and sweet, and I shut my phone off after I sent the message,” I said.

“Oh, I bet he loved that. The control freak who has no control.”

“Yep.”

“What are your plans for the day?” she asked. “And what does this cabin look like anyway?”

“I mean, it’s a cabin,” I said. “So it looks like a cabin.”

“Don’t be a smartass,” she said. “Give me the details. Is it well-kept? Clean? Was your grandmother a hoarder?”

“No, she wasn’t,” I said, giggling. “I don’t really have any plans other than to get to the cabin and take a look at it. But I know my Gigi. That woman hated change. It probably looks the same as it did the day I left for college.”

“Did she keep it tidy, though?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Then hopefully that means it’s still been kept up despite her nursing home stay.”

“Let’s hope so,” I said.

“Did the attorney send you any pictures of it?” she asked.

“A few. Mostly of the outside and the yard. From the few pictures I was given, though, it looks to be in okay shape.”

“Define okay.”

“I mean, the grass was a bit long in the pictures and gravel rocks from the driveway are scattered places, but the outside looks fine,” I said.

“What about the other pictures?” she asked.

“There were two of the inside. One was of the living room, which looked bare but fine. The other was of her room, which looked pretty dark and dusty.”

“Just like your crotch lately,” she said, giggling.

“Haha, very funny. Either way, as long as I can settle in it I’ll be okay. I can clean it up and mow the lawn, that’s not the issue. I don’t have the money for a motel or anything.”

“If you need the money, you know I’ve got you.”

“Thanks, Sarah. But I promise I’m okay,” I said.

“Well, don’t hesitate to ask. You know I’m only a phone call away.”

“I do,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t let that asshole Daryl get to you, and stay safe. Where are you now that you’re driving?”


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