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

made that impossible.”

“She tried.”

He scrubbed a hand over his mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Across the drive, under a brass lamp, Eleanor stood with her wrap around her shoulders waiting for her car. Alone for once. No photographers. No trustees. No orbit.

She looked smaller from a distance.

Not fragile. Just smaller.

James followed my eyes.

“I’ll talk to continue reading …