Phil parked his three-year-old Subaru in the driveway of their house. Carol looked through the passenger-side window at the big wedding-cake Victorian. The low sun reflecting off the glass made all the windows blind.
“Well,” she said, “it’s done.”
“Should have been done years ago,” Phil said.
They got out of the car and walked to the kitchen door, which Phil unlocked.
“It’s going to be lonely,” she said.
“Harry’s a big boy,” Phil said. “He can handle it.”
“I was talking about me,” Carol said.