Seventeen
“BUT I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, Tommy,” Mom says, wringing her hands and shaking her head.
Fortunately, by the time we got home, Mom was already in bed. So I had a twelve-hour reprieve from what I knew was going to be a difficult conversation at best.
I just had no idea how difficult it would be.
“I know it seems that way, Mrs. Greer,” Helen says reassuringly. “But you actually knew Sonya better than anyone else. Why don’t you start by telling us about her job? She was working at The Belvedere. When did that start?”
“Oh, let me think,” Mom says. She looks at a spot on the wall, then continues, “It was about the time Diana had her lung removed. I remember because she wanted Sonya to take care of her while she recovered. You know how crazy Diana was about Sonya. Well, anyway
