CHAPTER NINE
The last Friday in April, Ms. Landry called me late in the afternoon—after El Speed had left—to tell me probate was moving quickly enough that Nina and I could sell the house by the fall if we wanted to do that. She said she’d already spoken to Nina.
Nina called not long after that. "I know we’re nearly ready to turn the house over to the liquidators, at least in terms of probate. And I’ll come help you get the place ready as often as I can. But Fashion Week is in September, and everyone is going crazy getting ready. Still, it would be great not to miss the summer selling season entirely if we don’t need to. D’you think, between us, we could get it ready by, say, mid-August?"
I’d done precious little to figure out where the hell I was going to live. Maybe a deadline would b
