The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

truth was uglier.

My aunt Lorraine had died in Santa Barbara on a Tuesday night, and by Thursday morning my parents were fighting over pearl earrings in her condo before the will had even been read.

Lorraine was my mother’s older sister. Sharp woman. Never married. Ran a chain of medical imaging centers and drove a dented Lexus she kept for seventeen continue reading …