The breakfast nook with our initials carved underneath.
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The rocker. I couldn’t bring the rocker. Renee said there wasn’t room.
I packed away an entire lifetime into fourteen boxes.
The last thing I took down was the sign.
EVERY HOUSE NEEDS A PORCH FOR THE SECOND CUP.
I wrapped it in a bath towel.
I put it in the back seat of my Buick. Next to Harold’s blue mug, wrapped in newspaper.
I drove to Scottsdale.
Renee put the sign in the garage.
“We don’t have a porch, Margaret,” she said. Kindly. “There’s nowhere to hang it. I’ll keep it safe in here.”
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She put it on a metal shelf. Between a box of Christmas decorations and a case of bottled water.
At first, they treated me like a guest.
Renee made up the casita with new sheets. Daniel put a little TV on the dresser. Chloe made me a welcome sign out of construction paper and taped it to the door. WELCOME HOME GRANDMA!!! With glitter.
