Chapter 6 - THE REALTOR’S CARDDorothy called Megan Hale the next morning.
The realtor sounded surprised.
“Mrs. Whitmore?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad you called.”
“So am I.”
A pause.
“I want to make something very clear first,” Megan said. “I never understood that you had authorized a sale.”
“I didn’t.”
“I suspected that.”
Dorothy sat straighter.
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
Megan explained.
Cole contacted her through a mutual acquaintance.
He said his mother owned an older home she might be ready to sell.
He asked for an informal valuation.
Megan agreed to walk through.
Sabrina met her at Rosehaven.
Cole arrived halfway through.
“They spoke as though you were considering moving.”
“Did they say where?”
“Possibly Louisville. Possibly an active-senior community.”
Dorothy’s jaw tightened.
“Did they ask about timing?”
“Yes.”
“How soon?”
“Within six months.”
Dorothy closed her eyes.
“Anything else?”
Megan hesitated.
“They asked whether a limited power of attorney would allow someone else to sign documents if the owner consented.”
There it was.
Dorothy’s hand tightened around the phone.
“What did you say?”
“That they needed an attorney.”
“Did they say I had given Cole power of attorney?”
“They said he had handled financial matters for you previously.”
True.
After Dorothy’s knee surgery three years earlier, she gave Cole a limited financial power to help manage bills while she recovered.
It was still technically active for a narrow range of transactions.
Not property transfer.
But perhaps Cole did not know that.
Or perhaps Sabrina hoped Dorothy didn’t.
“Thank you,” Dorothy said.
Megan sounded relieved.
“I’m sorry. I should have insisted on speaking with you.”
“No.”
“You were given incomplete information.”
After the call Dorothy sat alone in the sunroom.
Charles’s chair remained by the window.
She could almost hear him.
Ask more questions, Dot.
Charles had always believed that silence invited assumptions.
Dorothy had spent years smoothing conflict.
With Cole.
With Jonah.
With daughters-in-law.
Perhaps too many.
That afternoon Jonah called.
“You home?”
“Yes.”
“How’d it go?”
Dorothy looked toward the living room.
“Not well.”
His tone changed.
“What happened?”
She told him only part.
Sabrina’s greeting.
Cole’s silence.
The boxes.
Not the realtor.
Not yet.
Jonah listened.
Then asked:
“Do you want me there?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
No argument.
No performance.
Then:
“Do you want to come back here?”
Dorothy smiled sadly.
“No.”
Another pause.
“Okay.”
Jonah never asked what happened to the house.
Never asked about the envelope.
Never suggested she leave Rosehaven permanently.
He simply said:
“Call me if you need me.”
After they hung up, Dorothy sat very still.
For years Cole accused her of preferring Jonah.
She had always denied it because it was not true.
She did not prefer one son.
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But she did trust them differently.
That was beginning to matter.
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