Vernon had told her that Angie gave him an enthusiastic grand tour of the facilities, but that he had put her off about bringing his wife to see it, claiming Evelyn wouldn’t even consider downsizing from their three-bedroom house until he cleaned forty years’ worth of junk out of his garage and basement.“It’s the truth,” he said. “She’s been after me to clean them out. Whether she’d be at all interested in moving after I do it is a whole different story.” He gave a hint of a smile. “I might forget to suggest it to her.”Jo laughed. “You like having your work space, huh?” Vernon had nodded.Another senior citizen, Jo thought as she drove away from Pheasant Run, who felt attached to his home. Loralee hadn’t said much more about her own dilemma, but Jo was sure it was eating at her. She’d noticed Loralee pulling out a roll of Tums from her purse a few times during the evening, which was not a good sign.Jo drove into her quiet neighborhood, which seemed even more still than usual on this starless January night.
