He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

get back to school.

She saw me and made the tiniest face.

“Oh honey. You drove in that wrinkled thing?”

I laughed once and then I had to sit down because my knees did a bad job.

“You had a heart attack and that’s your opening line?”

“It was mild,” she said. “And your collar looks crooked.”

Walter was in the corner with a foam cup of coffee and a newspaper continue reading …