CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

Rory has just completed the farewell. When I arrived at work this morning, Kerry's bags were already packed, and she was ready to leave; she didn't want to hang around any longer than necessary.

When I saw him heading to the cottage with my top in his hand, his mother's car was still parked in front of his house.

He immediately pokes his head in through the door when he sees me. "I suppose this is yours," he says as he hands the top to me. Even though I'm still wearing his, I don't intend to return it to him. As he moves farther into the cottage, Kerry gives him the evil eye while simultaneously beginning to take the luggage to the car without speaking to any of us.

"Has your mother been able to relax?" I ask.

He gives you a grin while rolling his eyes. "Nope, but she will get over that because all she wanted was grandchildren," you said. "Nope."

Didn't you tell this hussy that she already has a grandchild waiting for her? "Well, that's a bummer."

He is laughing and shaking his head a