“Make sure you don’t fall asleep on the sofa again,” she said at last, hesitated, and then added, “I love you.”
A moment passed, then came the click of the line disconnecting on the other end, and she returned the phone to its cradle.
Was it worth it, she asked herself; was coming back here after all this time, really worth it?
She thought bitterly of her less than acrimonious divorce, thought of the bitter words exchanged, the lengthy and protracted dispute between her and her ex-husband, and she wondered where he was now, how he was spending that money, and then, again, she thought of Poppy, and she tried to quell such ugly feelings, if only for her sake.
It had been good once, she reminded herself, and then, it had not.
She shook her head, returning to her computer and the lengthy list of emails that decorated the screen, and, with a deep sigh, began the arduous business of cleaning up after her father. 5