Sometimes it becomes easier because one person believes you without demanding a performance.

PART 9 — Sunday Lunch

Gertrude called the family luncheon a gathering to restore peace.

She invited relatives who rarely visited, bought expensive pastries, and asked me to arrive early so she could “put things right.” Laura offered to come with me.

I told her I would meet everyone, but I wouldn’t stay if I felt cornered.

By noon the dining room was crowded with aunts, cousins, and Uncle Wayne, who had driven from Mesa.

Kenneth greeted me with a kiss on the cheek that I did not return.