At 82, I Found

your mother. About this house.”

“I didn’t want to be right,” Diane said.

“I know.”

Peter’s voice was low. “Did Mom know about this woman?”

“Yes.”

The word seemed to enter the room and darken it.

“Not because I told her,” Frank continued. “Because I made her live with a ghost.”

For a long time, no one spoke.

Then Diane began to cry—not loudly, not dramatically,continue reading …