Mary couldn't answer our question about a second husband because the nurse walked in at that moment. I couldn't help but glare at the woman. Couldn't she tell we were about to dig around some dusty skeletons in the family closet? It was rude to interrupt us at such a critical time.
I saw the relief on Mary's face. She thought she had dodged a bullet, but I was not one to let sleeping dogs lie. I woke them up and made them bark.
As they tended to Mom, I noticed how final it all looked. She had not been responsive since I had left the previous evening. Periodically, she would jerk and grimace as though in pain. It had to be bad as Mom could tolerate more pain than anyone I knew.
I took the time to tidy up after breakfast and cover what was left of the frittata. We could eat it later if
