the porch steps like Cullen had, unsure.
“Can I come up?”
“You can come up.”
She sat in Pearl’s rocking chair. I poured her a glass of sweet tea. For a while, we just sat there, watching the water.
“I didn’t know,” she said finally. “I want you to know that. I’m not saying it to get out of anything. I did plenty wrong. But I didn’t know he said you were sick. I didn’t know you never offered the house. My mother told me you’d agreed to everything. Cullen
