Page 192 of Share with Me

At the foot of the stairs, Brinley saw Mom flitting from table to table, armoire to armoire. She floated past Brinley. “I think I’m going to start collecting American now. Kind of tired of European antiques.”

Tired of collecting? I doubt it.

Brinley followed Matt to the checkout counter, where he placed the box of violin music.

“Show me the plantation desk you want,” Matt said.

Brinley did.

“Nice one. It was in an old house in Beaufort for a long time. The owner died and the house was sold with everything in it. I found some other stuff there too if you might be interested.”

“Like?”

And so it went for another hour. By the time Brinley drove Mom home to Sea Island in Dad’s Bugatti, Mom had bought enough rococo chairs and a sofa to redo her upstairs library. And somewhere in the house, Mom would find a place to stuff the step-back cupboard that didn’t go with anything else she had.

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