Chapter 86

“Aren’t we all?”

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Over hors d’oeuvres that evening, when my mother and I were alone and Philip and Paula were watching football in the living room, I told Mom what I had done with Dad’s ashes.

“I understand,” she said. “It’s what he would have wanted.”

I looked at her, surprised. “You’re not angry?”

“Why would I be angry?”

I shrugged.

“Chris, dear, I’ve got something to tell you.”

I waited.

“I’ve decided to stay in Arizona.”

Nonplussed, I said, “What? Why?”

“I want to be with your father when I die.”

“I—I don’t understand. I was hoping you’d move to Milestone so Philip and I can take care of you.”

Hands shaking, she brought her cup to her mouth. She sipped her tea. “I’ve made up my mind. It’s the right thing to do.”

“But what about your living conditions?”

“I’m selling the house and moving in to a rest home for the elderly.”

“Nonsense. No. Philip and I want you to move in with us, Mom.”