Chapter 8
Maggie Valley, NC
I SET A GLASS OF lemonade on the table in front of Robbie, as he’d just returned to the kitchen, and Mike and I sat down at the table with our iced tea.
“Robbie,” I said, “would you like to go back to your old house after a bit and see if there’s anything else there that you’d like to take to Florida with you?”
“That’s okay, I don’t want to go back there. I got the good stuff last time we were there.”
“No problem, we just wanted to give you the opportunity.”
“What’s going to happen to the house? Will they come and tear it down?”
“No,” I said. “Mike and I are going to try to buy it, and then we’ll probably rent it to somebody.”
“Is that okay with you?” Mike said.
“Sure.”
“Maybe I’ll slip up there now and have a look,” I said. “You can stay here with Rob
