No unwanted residents who thought they owned the place.
By the time I got home at 5:00, I had a plan, not just for selling the house, but for what came after, where I’d live, how I’d handle the transition, what I’d tell Desmond and Thalia when the time came.
They were in the kitchen when I entered through the back door, my assigned entrance.
Thalia was cooking something that smelled expensive, and Desmond was sitting at the breakfast bar, scrolling through his phone.
“Oh, good. You’re home,” Thalia said without looking up from her pan. “I was worried when you didn’t come home last night. I hope you’re feeling better.”
“Much better,” I said, and meant it completely.
“How was your day?”
“Productive,” she replied, finally glancing at me. Desmond had a very promising interview, didn’t you, honey?
Desmond looked up from his phone.
“Yeah, it went well. Should hear back within a few days.”
That’s wonderful, I said, setting my purse down on the counter. It’ll be nice for you to get back to work.
Something in my tone must have caught Thalia’s attention because she paused in her cooking and really looked at me for the first time.
You seem different tonight.
Do I?
I smiled at her, the same bright smile she’d been giving me for months.
I suppose I feel different, refreshed, like I’ve been reminded of some important things.
What kind of things?
Oh, just life lessons. The importance of taking control of your own situation, not letting other people make decisions for you.
I opened my small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, noting how pathetically empty it looked compared to Thalia’s welltoed monument to excess.
You know how it is.
Thalia’s eyes narrowed slightly, but her smile remained fixed in place.
Of course.
I headed toward the stairs, then paused and turned back.
Oh, Thalia, I appreciate all the organizational changes you’ve made around here. Very educational.
Educational.
It’s been quite enlightening seeing how easily someone can just take over when the people around them aren’t paying attention.
I smiled again.
Good thing I’m a quick learner.
I climbed the stairs to my room, leaving them in the kitchen with whatever expression they were wearing.
I didn’t need to see their faces to know I’d gotten my point across.
Change was coming to this house, but it wouldn’t be the change they were expecting.
3 weeks later, I had everything in place.
Sarah had been right about the market. We’d received four offers within 10 days, all above asking price.
I’d accepted an offer of $425,000 from a young couple who could close in 3 weeks.
My new condo, a beautiful two-bedroom unit just 8 minutes from the hospital, was already purchased and ready for occupancy.
More importantly, Maggie’s background check on Thalia had revealed some fascinating information.
Three previous relationships with older men, all of which had ended with significant financial benefit to her. A pattern of moving in quickly, establishing control, and then manipulating circumstances to her advantage.
She wasn’t just opportunistic.
She was practiced.
But none of that would matter if I couldn’t get them to reveal their true intentions, which is where my 40 years of dealing with difficult people finally paid off.
The trap I set was beautifully simple.
It started with a phone call to Desmond on a Thursday morning while both he and Thalia were out job hunting.
I made my voice shaky, older than my years.
Honey, I need to talk to you about something important, I said when he answered. Could you and Thalia come home? I’m— I’m scared.
Scared of what, Mom? Are you okay?
It’s my heart. I’ve been having episodes at work. The doctor wants to run more tests, but—
I let my voice trail off meaningfully.
But what?
But I’m worried about what happens if something serious is wrong. I’ve been thinking about my responsibilities, about this house, about making sure you’re taken care of.
There was a pause.
I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.
Well be right there, he said.
They arrived within an hour, both wearing matching expressions of concern that might have been genuine if I didn’t know better.
I’d spent the time preparing for the performance of my life, messing up my hair slightly, making my makeup just a little smeared around the eyes.
“Mom, what’s going on?” Desmond asked as they settled onto the couch in my living room.
The same couch where Thalia had first started rearranging my life.
“I’ve been having chest pains,” I said, pressing my hand to my heart for emphasis. “Sharp ones that come out of nowhere. The cardiologist wants me to have a stress test next week and possibly a cardiac catheterization.”
Thalia leaned forward, her eyes bright with what I recognize now as calculated concern.
Oh, Estelle, that sounds serious.
It could be, and it’s made me realize that I need to get my affairs in order.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a folder I’d prepared.
I’ve been thinking about what you said, Thalia, about senior communities, about how hard it is for me to maintain this big house.
Her breath caught almost imperceptibly.
Have you?
I think you were right. I’m getting older and working these long shifts is taking a toll. Maybe it is time for a change.
Desmond shifted uncomfortably.
Mom, you don’t have to make any big decisions right now. Let’s see what the doctors say first.
But Thalia wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
Actually, Desmond, your mother’s being very wise, planning ahead, making sure she’s taken care of properly. That’s exactly what someone in her position should be doing.
I nodded gratefully.
That’s what I thought, and I’ve been looking into some of those places you mentioned. Sunset Manor seems very nice.
It’s lovely, Thalia said quickly. I actually have more information about it if you’d like to see.
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