“What are you making?”
“Gabriel’s favorite.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“You’re being nice to him?”
“I’m making dinner for guests.”
“Who?”
“A few people.”
“Should I stay in my room?”
“Absolutely not. You are sitting at the table.”
“Sara. Gabriel—”
“I have handled Gabriel.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
Gabriel came home at six and noticed the table was set for five.
“People are coming?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Judith and Patricia Greene.”
He frowned.
“The attorney who handled our closing?”
“Yes.”
“Why is she coming to dinner?”
“We have something to discuss.”
“About what?”
“The house.”
He went quiet.
Judith arrived first and immediately sat beside Mom, talking to her about the garden. Patricia arrived at seven carrying a briefcase. Gabriel recognized her immediately.
“Patricia. It’s been a while.”
“Nine years,” she said.
“What brings you here?”
“Sara asked me to discuss something.”
He looked at me.
“Let’s eat first,” I said.
