At 82, I Found

looked away.

Frank stepped closer. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Say it.”

Peter exhaled. “Mom had dreams too. That’s all.”

Frank almost laughed. “Your mother loved this house. She loved her church. She loved her family.”

“Yes,” Peter said. “And she wanted to go back to school. She wanted to open a bakery. She wanted to see Maine in the fall. She continue reading …