My Mother Fed the Man Behind Our House for Twenty Years—After Her Funeral, I Found Out He Was Family

Your mother sat out with me when the weather was mild.

Mrs.

Henderson brought over a radio.

I could hear you practicing piano through the window when you were small.”

I remembered those lessons.

I resented them because I thought Joanne spent the money to keep up appearances at church.

Now I wondered if she had used the music to give her daughter something completely separate from the burden behind the house.

“Do you want to keep any of it?” I asked.