Twelve Days After My Husband Died, My Neighbor Stripped Every Fruit Tree Bare—Then She Told Me Why

Patrick would have corrected all of us.

That made me smile.

PART 33 — BRENDA WATCHES FROM HER WINDOW

I saw her.

Kitchen window.

Watching Lucas with us.

I expected jealousy.

Maybe there was some.

Mostly she looked sad.

For twenty-seven years, Brenda had imagined what Patrick being Lucas’s father might look like.