Buried in Stone
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“I’ve been thinking about that. I don’t want to stay here all winter anymore. I’d like to sell this house and put together a decent …”
“Dowry?”
“… income of my own. We’ll be well fixed.”
Charlotte’s first husband had been an insurance salesman and a real estate agent and he had left her enough life insurance to live on and a mortgage-free house. She continued, “I was thinking, we could live in your cabin in the summer, after I’ve fixed it up a bit, until Christmas, maybe, because it’s nice in the country till then. Then we could move back to your house in Toronto until late April or early May. You like to go to Florida, I know, and to Europe. I’ll come to Florida, but you can go to Europe on your own. I don’t much like being a tourist anymore.”
“What about your job?”
“It’s time to quit. I told Harlan I wouldn’t stay on much longer, he should start looking for someone else. He’d like me to keep helping out during the summer. I could do that, I think.”
“In the meantime, I could move in here and Eliza can have the cabin. Just until Christmas. Shall I? Move in here?”
“I wish you would.”
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