An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment
She wore so much of it that an empty elevator could remain personally offended for several minutes after she left.
Music came from inside the apartment.
Classical.
My mother never listened to classical music.
She preferred old boleros and talk radio.
I unlocked the door.
Two suitcases sat inside the entry.
Ophelia’s shoes were lined neatly beside my mother’s.