When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

time. Dad, stop being so dramatic, he said finally.

Sophia needs me for the European tour. We’re in Paris right now, and tomorrow we’re going to Rome. Mom’s probably just having one of her episodes again.

My heart stopped. Marcus, she’s gone. Margaret is dead.

Another pause. Then I heard Sophia’s voice in the background, sharp and impatient. Who is it?continue reading …