I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

situation.”

“It’s handled, Victor,” I said quickly, firmly. “Don’t worry about it. You’re safe now.”

“No,” he shook his head slowly. “It’s not just the smell. It’s the situation—the whole rotten situation.”

He swallowed another spoonful of soup with difficulty, his throat working hard to get it down.

“She’s been waiting for me to die, Jana. Elaine. She’s continue reading …