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

for a second and I wiped my eyes with the back of my wrist and made myself keep listening.

“You’re sure she doesn’t know?” Valeria asked.

“My mother? She thinks she has thirty-four years of marriage protecting her. She thinks love is a contract.”

He laughed. My son laughed.

“It’s almost sad,” he said. “Pa told me once she was the smartest woman he ever continue reading …