“Well… shouldn’t we discuss what happens to the house when Mom is gone?”
The laughter stopped.
I looked at Grandma.
She was still holding her napkin.
The laughter stopped.
“Uncle Colin, we’re celebrating her birthday,” I said.
“We’re all together, Kylie. It’s sensible to discuss these things.”
One aunt leaned forward.
“I live the closest, so obviously it should go to me.”
Mom immediately shook her head.
“It should be sold, and the money should be split six ways.”
“We’re all together, Kylie.”
Uncle Colin frowned.
“Why should everyone get an equal amount? I’ve paid for repairs over the years.”
“That was ages ago,” Mom replied.
“And when did you last contribute anything?”
The other siblings argued over keeping or selling the house.
Grandma reached for the potatoes.
“That was ages ago.”
“Would anyone like some more?”
Nobody answered.
“Can we stop?” I asked.
Colin waved toward me.
“Kylie, this concerns your grandmother and her children.”
