After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

for a while before turning on the lights. Then I laughed once more, softly, mostly to myself.

“They never knew who you really were,” I said into the quiet apartment. “But I did.”

Outside, the evening settled over St. Augustine the way evenings do there — slowly, warmly, with a kind of patience that suggests the city has seen enough to know that most continue reading …