Samantha was quiet.
“Where is Greg?” I asked.
“At the hotel.” She looked up. “He’s very angry.”
“I expect he is.”
“He says you owe us the wedding. That you agreed and then broke the agreement to punish us.”
I thought about how to say what I wanted to say. I thought about Patricia’s words, no transfer has occurred, and about the key still in the velvet box in my desk drawer where I had put it the evening I retrieved it from the stone house the morning after Ben changed the lock.
“I agreed to host a wedding on my property,” I said. “And to pay for the celebration of a marriage that would include me as the mother of the bride. When those conditions changed, the agreement changed.”
“The estate,” she said. “The stone house. Is that still.”
“I don’t know yet,” I said. “That’s the honest answer. I don’t know.”
