He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

enough to mumble, “I didn’t know about your mother.”

That was probably true.

I looked at her then. Really looked.

She wasn’t glamorous. She wasn’t twenty-three. She looked maybe mid-forties, nervous, mascara from the day before smudged at the corners. Somebody from a dental office, maybe, or county admin. Normal. Which somehow made it uglier. There was continue reading …