The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

recorder.

Start over.

I pressed pause and looked at her over the roof of the car.

“What’s going on?”

She looked at me with her eyes darting. “I don’t know. I mean, I didn’t know he recorded that.”

“Then who were you talking to?”

She hesitated. Then she sighed and let her shoulders drop, and something in her face reorganized itself into an expression I would continue reading …