I showed her the photographs of the moving boxes, the golf clubs, and the shower chair in my shed. Allison went pale. She hadn\u2019t known Spencer had already used the spare key. He had promised his parents a home that was never his to give, and he had counted on me caving the way I always had. My granddaughters asked why Grandma was crying in the driveway. I wasn\u2019t. Their mother was. That evening, Spencer called me himself and apologized, his voice tight with embarrassment.<\/p>\n
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I didn\u2019t leave Dwight and Peggy stranded. They hadn\u2019t asked for any of it; their son had told them I was thrilled. Patricia found them a ground-floor condo near their church in Charlotte, and their landlord agreed to extend the townhouse lease by one month. I drove their boxes there myself. Peggy hugged me at the door and said she was mortified. Dwight sent me a thank-you card with a gift certificate for the hardware store.<\/p>\n
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