At 82, I Found

years ago.”

Diane inhaled sharply nearby.

Frank nodded. “Yes. It would have.”

Ruth studied him. Her eyes were Margaret’s eyes, but harder.

“She cried to me once,” Ruth said. “In 1992. Said she felt like a chair in a room you never entered.”

Frank closed his eyes briefly.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m not the one who needed it.”

“I know.”

Ruth’s face trembled, continue reading …