“I didn’t know that,” I said.
She looked away from me as if to think. After another pause, she continued. “Don always talked highly of your mother, nothing but good things, unlike your grandmother. Nobody could rile your father up like Florence could.”
“I can’t believe she doesn’t want him buried there.”
“She’s quite the woman.”
“Why doesn’t she like him? He never stopped trying to please her, to bring her round.”
Linda stared into her coffee.
She asked how Michael was doing. I told her Michael was fine, but I think she knew I was holding something back, so I told her about my confusing feelings (minus Dr. Delio). As much as she adored Michael, she said she understood. She’d felt that ambivalence once. Instead of listening to her intuition, she’d ended up marrying the man.
“I did
