True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

then with sudden speed. The way rivers behave before a bend.

My daughter had started coming around the year before Gerald died.

That was when things began to shift.

She had not been close to Gerald. Not unfriendly, but not close. She sent Christmas cards and asked about him at family dinners the way people ask about the weather in a city they’ve never continue reading …