After losing my husband, I pretended I needed a home to discover which child would take me in. Three weeks later, I gathered my family to reveal a surprise, certain my youngest son would be delighted. His first question left me struggling to explain.
Dinner was nearly over in Dean’s tiny apartment.
Russell checked his watch again.
Valerie leaned toward my bag.
“So what items of Dad’s did you want us to have? His tools? His watch?”
Dean shifted away from the broken spring in his couch, then reached to refill my glass.
Dinner was nearly over
I touched the three envelopes in my bag.
Tonight, I would finally give him something worthy of him.
“Shortly before he passed away, your father gave me a task,” I said. “To find out which of you truly deserves this gift.”
Russell put his hand beneath the table.
three envelopes
Valerie sat up straighter.
I laid an envelope beside each of their plates.
Dean got the smallest one.
“Go on,” I said. “Open them.”
Russell and Valerie smiled like they already knew what was inside.
***
A few months earlier, after Frank’s funeral, I had been folding towels when I called out,
“Frank, you won’t believe what the neighbor said.”
Then I remembered he was gone.
I sat on the bed with a towel in my lap until the room grew dark.
A few months earlier
At 76, I still reached for the other cup when I made tea.
I could manage the house.
I didn’t know what to do with the silence inside it.
Near the end, Frank had worried about leaving me alone.
“Find out which of them really cares, Ruth,” he’d said, weakly squeezing my hand.
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