The woman carefully explained.
During treatment, Mom had met people who traveled hours for chemotherapy and other appointments.
Some slept in hospital waiting rooms because they couldn’t afford hotels.
One woman had slept in her car while her husband received treatment nearby.
Mom started asking questions.
Then she began speaking with the organization.
And while Dad had apparently been waiting for Mom to sign paperwork involving the house, Mom had been signing paperwork of her own.
She had legally transferred ownership of the property to the organization.
There was only one condition.
Mom retained the right to live there until she died.
Afterward, the organization could turn the property into temporary housing for cancer patients and their caregivers.
I stood so quickly the chair scraped across the floor.
“Are you absolutely certain?”
“Yes.”
“My father thinks he’s getting that house.”
“Your mother completed the transfer herself.”
I slowly walked downstairs.
