Carol told me that Arthur’s knee has gotten worse now. “All those stairs,” he said. “Kate does all the shopping, because he can’t go up more than once a day.”
I should feel guilty. I wait for that moment, that feeling of
And that’s exactly what happened.
I thought about Aunt Alice, her rose bush, her kindness and the legacy she had left me. I wanted me to have security, a wonderful place to build my life. My parents had turned that gift into a prison, so I burned it and left.
What if the fire burned them too? Well, they lit the match when they destroyed those roses.
I spent the rest of the day working, designing, building. I outlined plans for my new client, updated my portfolio website, looked for apartments in Dallas that allowed long-term rentals. My parents kept calling. I kept blocking. Towards the afternoon, the calls decreased. Maybe they had finally understood that he meant it. Maybe they had found a friend to take them in. Perhaps they had stayed at this hotel for long stays and were trying to decide what their next step would be.
I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
