“No, I like it here,” Phil said. “But you used to own a big house in St. Louis.”
“That was another life,” Helen said. “A bigger house means more work. It would mean more cleaning. I did enough on that yacht. I can’t see you pushing a lawn mower, Phil.
“We have enough room at the Coronado. If I need to be alone, I go to my apartment and shut the door. Same with you. Margery is our estate manager. If we moved, I’d miss our friends here.”
“Me, too,” he said. “What would we do without the Coronado sunset salutes?”
“I like our life,” Helen said. “And I love you.” She kissed his ear.
“I already have everything. Why would I want more?”
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