Logan and Chelsea moved into a smaller home near the company office.
It had no renovated kitchen and no guest room that could be mistaken for storage.
They furnished it slowly.
They bought only what they could afford.
Every other Sunday, Logan drove to Albert’s new apartment with groceries—not expensive groceries, and never more than Albert needed.
Sometimes Chelsea came with him.
Sometimes she stayed home to work.
Albert’s apartment overlooked a courtyard filled with potted herbs and bright metal chairs.
He had framed one photograph of his wife above the desk.
Beside it stood a small plaque from the housing foundation.
The Margaret Higgins Teacher Housing Fund.
Logan noticed it the first time he visited.
“You named it after Mom.”
“Your mother gave me the idea.”
“She would have liked that.”
“She would have said I should have done it sooner.”
Logan smiled.
“She probably would have.”
