After My Father’s

time for us.”

That almost broke me.

“I don’t know what to do with that,” I whispered.

“Neither do I.”

He put his cap back on.

“Guess we keep working while we figure it out.”

And that, more than applause, saved me.

The hearing took place three weeks after the funeral.

By then, my life had become a strange mixture of grief, legal strategy, production reports,continue reading …