" my better endowed version of me said."We can see that," my brainy looking version said."Who called this meeting, anyway?" my emotional self said cur...ously."He did," my feminine self said pointing at my younger self beside me."You did?" I asked myself. "Why?" I had to make sure everyone was in agreement," he simply stated."In agreement. About... " About what we need to do, what we want to do, and what we might want to do." Oh, that tells us a lot, doesn't it," my emotional self said. "You're lucky you got here when you did," the clerk reiterated. "A day or two longer and we would not have allowed you on the property." Cade puzzled over the clerk's words. The world had always seemed an unfair place to Cade and this was doing nothing to improve his outlook. But as Cade thought about what probate was, it was then he realized that if the will was still in probate maybe he needed to go see the attorney that had sent him the letter containing the deed to the house. Fortunately he. "I am going out," said Terry. "When she was alive she would have comewith me, but now I go to these things alone."Leo suddenly felt sorry for this man, so caught up in his grief that heneeded a prop to function, and so lonely. He looked at him. Terrylooked back. There was no denying what that look was. It was love.Terry's love for his dead wife was still alive. Leo wanted to run away.It was a very uncomfortable moment. Thankfully it was Terry that brokethe impasse, by turning and leaving. The church people picked them up on Sundays and brought them home." You're a good neighbor, Charlie." I try to be," he said, matter-of-factly.For the next two hours, I engrossed myself in the letters Mackey and Elsie had exchanged over sixty years ago. I learned that he returned to the States the end of April, and spent the summer of 1945 in a hospital. It was during the hospital stay that he figured out what he wanted to do. Indirectly, Elsie had helped make that decision.There were only three.