On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

stood there absorbing it and smiled my secret smile, and I thought that I did not carry it with me the way I had feared I might. It had become, in the months since, simply a piece of evidence in a case that had already been decided.

I was sixty-four years old. I had, with luck, twenty or thirty years ahead of me. Years where I would decide every morning continue reading …