and David is slammed at work.”
“I have plans.”
Rachel laughed.
“What plans? You’re retired.”
I placed a hand on Leo’s shoulder and gently guided him toward his mother.
“The sort retired people make when nobody assumes their time belongs to somebody else.”
Her smile vanished.
“Patricia, I’m already late.”
“Then you’d better take them with you.”
I kissed both children goodbye, locked my door, and headed to my car.
Rachel stood there shocked while I drove to the garden center and bought three ferns and a blue ceramic planter
