spoke—just kept her eyes on the trees.
“I spent my whole life being ‘good.’ Good wife. Good mother. Good daughter. Good hostess. Good church lady. Good neighbor. Good at saying yes, even when my stomach hurt from exhaustion.”
She paused, swallowing.
“And then your father died, and everyone told me, ‘Now you can rest.’”
She laughed once, without humor.
“Rest continue reading …