My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

No one rushed me.

At least they were smart enough for that.

When I signed, the pen scratched louder than it should have.

One copy for the hospital.

One for the foundation.

Marty put both palms flat on the table for a second and shut his eyes.

Walter exhaled through his nose like he’d been punched in the wallet.

Linda said, “Thank you.”

I nodded.

“Please don’t continue reading …