At 82, I Found

shift beneath him.

That evening, he wrote to Evelyn.

My children think I’m dishonoring Margaret by writing to you.

Evelyn’s answer came the next morning.

Are you?

Frank stared at the words.

He did not reply.

A week later, he found Margaret’s diaries.

They were in the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, beneath quilts, old photographs, and a shoebox full of continue reading …