My Arrogant Son-in-Law Slid Nursing Home Papers Across the Dinner Table

for a while. The porch light has a moth on it. There’s always a moth on it. Donna used to say the same moth, twenty years now, faithful as a husband.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” Jennifer said.

“Your mom and I decided.”

“Mom knew?”

“Mom decided it more than I did.”

She laughed. A wet laugh.

“Of course she did.”

“We were going to tell you when you turned forty.continue reading …