Kerry: Getting HomeMy Mom jumped up from the sofa, putting The Sunday Times section she was reading and the cup she was holding on the coffee table when she saw us enter. When she understood that I was with Suzanne, who she had not seen since Christmas, and that we held one another’s hands, she rushed over, practically upsetting a chair, and with surely one of the largest smiles I ever saw, perhaps larger than ever directed towards me, she grabbed my Suze and hugged her and starting crying.
I realized that all my worries about what I needed to say to her were of no import; I did not need to say anything.
“Oh, Suzanne, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” At another time and in another place this might have offended me, her only child, but this was not some other time or some other p
