The Basement
I was standing on a ladder, scooping wet leaves out of my gutters when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The morning was cool but not cold, that peculiar kind of early autumn day where everything still feels like summer but smells like change.
“Morning, Dad.”
“You sound exhausted.”
Clara laughed softly.
“I’ve had a long week.”
There was a brief announcement over a loudspeaker in the background, followed by the distant rumble of rolling suitcases. I could picture her moving through the terminal with that careful deliberation she had developed over the past six months. Nothing rushed. Nothing casual. Everything controlled.
“I’m at the airport,” she said. “They have started boarding the earlier flight, so it is noisy.”
I smiled, making my way down the ladder carefully. At seventy-two, I was not as quick as I used to be.
“You always get there too early.”
“I know. It makes me less anxious.”
She paused for a moment before speaking again.
“I wanted to thank you for checking on the house while I am gone.”
“It is not any trouble.”
“And thanks for finding someone to mow the lawn.”
“I told him to be there around one.”
“Perfect.”
Another silence followed. This one felt different. Almost hesitant.
“If you stop by today,” she began, “do not worry if you do not see much inside. I packed everything up before I left.”
“You planning to move while you are gone?”
That earned a small laugh, but it was the kind of laugh that does not quite reach the eyes.
“No.”
Her voice softened.
“I just wanted the place to look tidy.”
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