I replay her words and try to absorb them.
At least I did something right.
"And as soon as my father is…" She falters and I wrap my arms around her in comfort.
But my girl is strong and she takes a deep breath and continues.
"As soon as my father is gone you can take me anywhere you want. I don't care…as long as we're together."
My joy is unfathomable as she speaks.
"Okay…but I want to move you someplace safer." I whisper but she shakes her head.
"My father was born and raised in that house…and I know he will want to die there as well."
Stubborn, beautiful, thoughtful girl.
"Okay." I relent, but there will be changes.
Starting with that God awful truck.
Poor Charlie...
3 more for today...you want them now or later?