At 82, I Found

she finished, her eyes shone.

“Mom would pick her,” Diane said.

Frank nodded. “Yes.”

The first scholarship ceremony was held in the community college auditorium on a snowy evening in January.

Frank wore his best suit. It hung loose on him now. Diane adjusted his tie in the lobby.

“You okay?” she asked.

“No.”

She smiled sadly. “Good answer.”

Peter arrived with continue reading …