I Let Him Finish Laughing First

called “the lodge” even though it had fourteen bathrooms and a wine cellar bigger than my first apartment. Tickets to the gala opening of some museum wing with his last name on a bronze plaque by the entrance.

He talked about legacy all the time.

That’s the word he liked.

Legacy.

He said it the way some men say love.

My mother, Ruth, didn’t trust him from continue reading …