and a bar with a white tablecloth, and a little platform by the porch steps.
On Saturday morning, I put the suitcases and boxes back on the lawn, right in front of the platform, under the tarp. I’d kept them in the shed all week, safe and dry. I folded the white bathrobe and set it on top.
Then I made a pot of coffee, put on my best navy dress and Nile’s grandmother’s cameo brooch, and sat on the porch in his rocking chair.
Graham sat beside me in
