“Margaret doesn’t remember.”
I felt a thrill.
What do I not remember?
Jake was lowering his eyes.
The night Richard died.
I knew the story.
Or I thought I knew it.
That night, Richard had a heart attack.
I had taken a sleeping pill for the doctor and slept upstairs.
In the morning, Sarah found me disoriented in the bedroom.
Richard was found lifeless in the office.
Doctors said he had heart problems.
He was seventy-four years old.
There was nothing to make me believe that his death had been anything but a tragedy.
What was Linda doing to do with it?
Jake took out a letter.
My mother was in the house that night.
I looked at the kids.
Sarah was lowering her eyes.
David sat down.
They knew it.
