Thomas had not.
PART 4 — THE HOUSE BECAME SOMETHING ELSE
I was angry with Thomas.
Claire seemed surprised.
“You’re angry?”
“Very.”
“Why?”
“Because he made plans involving me without asking.”
Daniel nodded.
“That definitely sounds like Dad.”
The idea itself was beautiful.
But I was seventy.
I had arthritis.
I did not intend to spend the rest of my life running a charity because Thomas had been inspired over scrambled eggs.
Then we found one of his notebooks labeled:
HOME
Inside was research about transitional housing for older people.
Not nursing homes.
Not permanent care.
Temporary security for people whose spouses had died before practical life had caught up with grief.
One line stopped me.
Margaret says the hardest part of grief is that practical problems arrive before the heart can catch up.
I remembered saying that after Robert died.
Claire noticed Thomas’s proposed name.
“Second Door.”
I frowned.
