After Caring for My Mother in Law for Ten Years, I Was Given 48 Hours to Leave

at the funeral.

“Can I at least take off my coat?” I asked.

“This won’t take long,” Chloe said.

I hung my coat on the rack Margaret had bought at an estate sale in a town I could no longer remember, a story she had told me while I was changing her bedpan one morning, talking about anything to fill the space between us with something other than indignity.continue reading …