“When are you coming home?” Mom says after picking up the phone.
I cringe a little at the word home, but I’m careful not to let my feelings enter my voice. She has more things to worry about than whether her daughter, fresh out of college, wants to live in the spare bedroom. So much has changed in the four years since the will reading, but in other ways everything is the same. “It’ll take longer than I thought.”
She sighs. “Christopher isn’t going to bend, baby.”
“He might,” I say, because there’s no point in explaining the whole thing about the library. It will only stress her out. “Actually he’s being more reasonable. I think if I stay a couple more weeks, we might have it worked out.”
“I don’t need the experimental treatment,” she says for the millionth time. “I don’t want that. I o
