My Son Brought

ever made my mother nervous.

“I heard Diane’s version,” she said.

I braced myself.

“And?” I asked.

“And it sounded like a casserole made of lies.”

I laughed before I could stop myself.

Aunt Beth snorted.

“She always did have a talent for making herself the bride at every funeral.”

That sounded exactly like Aunt Beth.

“I’m not asking anyone to take sides,” I continue reading …