The new roof inspires that kind of confidence now. “I didn’t think you would make it home this early,” he says when I get out. “They have shut down the Pali Highway to one lane because of a huge rockslide.” “It wasn’t raining that hard when I left the office, but the traffic is crazy. You’d swear we were having a blizzard.” “Did your boss like your Tahoe travelogue?” Greg asks, changing the subject, following me inside the house. “Oh, I guess,” I reply. “I think she likes the advertising it generated.” Greg brings out the basket of laundry and starts folding it while I sift through the mail. “It’s her birthday week after next,” he says. “Yes.” “I’ve been thinking . . . a remembrance service might be a nice way to commemorate it.” “Yes, I suppose so.” “And that it could be the right time, you know . . . to spread her ashes.” “You have a place picked out?” I ask curtly. “Let’s not make it like this, please, Abbe.”
