At 82, I Found

just once.

“She loved you,” she said. “Lord knows why sometimes.”

Frank almost smiled, but pain stopped him.

“I loved her too.”

Ruth’s gaze sharpened. “Not enough.”

The old Frank would have defended himself.

The new Frank, still raw and unfinished, said, “No. Not enough.”

Ruth looked at him for a long moment.

Then she reached into her purse and pulled out continue reading …