the grocery store where Margaret had bought birthday cakes for both children, past the diner where Robert had met suppliers for twenty-five years, past the small brick building where the business had first rented two rooms before the warehouse.
Then he did not turn toward the assisted-living facility.
He turned away from town.
Margaret saw Ashley’s shoulders stiffen.
The assisted-living brochure was tucked into the seat pocket in front of her.
Its smiling gray-haired couple looked absurdly cheerful under the words “Comfort, Safety, Community.”
Nobody mentioned it.The blinker clicked.
