HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

beneath the archway.

He wore a black tuxedo.

For one irrational moment, the years folded together. I saw the man who had taken me to a Cambridge restaurant and listened while I described machine ethics until the staff stacked chairs around us. I saw the young founder who kissed my forehead before investor meetings. I saw Owen as a baby against his chest.continue reading …