the last joking words she ever said to me.
At 4:37 p.m., after I dropped them home, my mother realized she had left her favorite shawl in Arthur’s office. It was ridiculous. It was just a shawl, soft blue wool, old enough to have memories in the seams.
“I’ll get it tomorrow,” I said.
“No,” my mother insisted. “I want it tonight.”
My father shook his head,continue reading …
