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

Pacheco called me at 7 a.m.

“Mrs. Reyes. I’ve listened. I need to meet you today. Not tomorrow. Today.”

I met her at a café in Coyoacán. She brought a colleague who recorded our conversation on a professional rig. She asked me forty questions. She asked me the same question four different ways to make sure my answers held.

At the end she said, “We can continue reading …