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

quiet in my own kitchen.”

She almost smiled. “I know you can. I’ve watched you do it while lawyers said some remarkably stupid things about your typing.”

Then the friend part was over, and she sat back down and started asking questions in the flat, methodical way I had heard her ask them for nine years, and I answered every one of them for the next two continue reading …