At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

stepping out to the patio. Always lowering his voice when I came near.

And Diego. Diego was at the house more than usual, and not for me. The two of them in Eduardo’s study, the door closed. I’d bring coffee and they’d stop talking.

I’m not stupid. I was a bookkeeper for twenty-two years before I retired. I know what numbers look like when they’re being continue reading …