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

through careful diet and exercise. Her makeup was flawless, professionally applied, her laugh a little too eager at James’s jokes, her questions about his work a little too interested, her body language a little too open.

“She’s just being Natalie,” I told myself as I watched them interact over appetizers. “This is how she is with everyone. She’s naturally continue reading …