There isn't a lot to do in the kitchen. A huge vat of a bean and rice concoction is simmering on the stove. Michael and Glen are chopping vegetables and Melissa is putting whole wheat rolls in the oven.
"Nothing for us to do?" says Carl to his sister.
"You guys can sit and watch, if you want. I just got a phone call from Amanda, and she's on her way over, and will want someone to keep her company. Naomi also should be on her way over. She said she'd be coming early." There is suddenly music coming from one of the reception rooms as Carol scampers over the keyboard with one of Brahms' Hungarian Dances. She has an audience: Francois, Sheila, Matthew, and Jennifer.
We are seated across from Jennifer who, as Carol finishes the piece, asks us if we're going to Vancouver tomorrow.
"It looks that way" say I. "Carl needs a break from this place."
"Ha!" she says, "And to think that you came here on retreat!"
"My family home has also become suddenly available."
"And you want to inspect it, of course."
"Of course."
"Maureen was also mentioning that her tenants are leaving sooner than later, so we just might be moving back in a couple of months."
"Is this a certainty?" says Carl.
"I've done my time. So have Maureen and Sarah."
"And so have I ", says he.
"But this is your house."
"We just might have to see about that."
"Oh yes, your mother."
"Oh yes. My mother..."
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