At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

were too busy for him, working all those late nights—”

“So that justifies him sleeping with my sister?” I asked, incredulous at the logic being employed. “That’s the conclusion you’re drawing from this?”

Dad cleared his throat with obvious discomfort but didn’t contradict her assessment.

“No one’s saying it was right,” he said carefully, as if navigating continue reading …