Chapter 15

A few days later I got a call from Pat.

“Are you dying?” she asked.

“No! What makes you think I’m dying?”

“It feels like you’re giving away all your possessions instead of putting them into a will.”

I had to laugh. “No! I got a great new job, but I’ll be traveling a lot and I’m not sure I’ll have room for them in my new place.”

“You can’t put them in storage?”

“And pay for a place for them month after month when I have no idea when I’ll be back here? They’d just be sitting in boxes. Put them where someone can see them and enjoy them.”

“But one of these boxes is Grandpa’s coin collection.”

“Patty,” I finally said, “Put them in your attic. Who knows? Someday they may pay for one of your kids to go to college.”

“What about yours?”

I shook my head. “Come on, Pat. You know I’ll never have kids.”

“What is this new job that you’ll be doing?”