“No,” Grandpa said. “You caused a problem with your sale over six thousand dollars.”
Then he climbed into his truck.
I rode with him to breakfast.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Finally, I asked, “When she said you couldn’t take the cabinets back, why did you smile?”
Grandpa laughed.
“Because she was right.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t going to take them back.”
“Then what exactly were you planning to do instead?”
“I didn’t need the cabinets.”
He took a sip of coffee.
“I needed the house.”
I stared at
