My Daughter-in-Law Threw Ice Water on Me for Sleeping at 9 A.M.—She Had No Idea Whose House She Was Trying to Take
Has nothing impressive to show for his life.
If someone had said those things to me at forty-five, I would have laughed.
At sixty-eight?
After Martha died?
After my body became slower?
After my son started looking at his wife before deciding how to answer me?
The words got closer.
That was why I tolerated more than I should have.