“No. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
“Why not?”
An idea occurred to me.
“Because I have a life, Claire. Children, grandchildren. I’m too old to start digging through the past.”
“Then don’t. Just come to dinner.”
“What for?”
“For starters, you owe my mother an apology for what happened at the store.”
He looked down. “I know. But seeing her again…”
Start digging through the past.
“Michael, you can’t expect me to walk away with half the story.”
He sighed. “And you think dinner will fix that?”
“I think it’s a start.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Seven o’clock. But I’m not promising anything.”
I had no idea how that dinner would turn out. But I was tired of asking questions nobody wanted to answer.
But seeing her again…
***
Back at Mom’s, I spread everything I’d found across the kitchen table:
