“YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD, AND CRYING WON’T BRING HER BACK—SO WIPE YOUR FACE, GET DINNER ON THE TABLE, AND TRY NOT TO LOOK LIKE A WIDOWED CHILD WHEN MY GUESTS ARRIVE,” MY HUSBAND SAID JUST TWO HOURS AFTER I CAME HOME FROM OAK RIDGE CEMETERY, STILL SMELLING LIKE CHRYSANTHEMUMS, STILL HEARING THE DIRT HIT MY MOTHER’S COFFIN—AND SOMEHOW, THROUGH SHOCK, THROUGH TEARS, THROUGH THE SOUND OF HIS LAUGHTER ECHOING OVER THE PLATES SHE GAVE US AS A WEDDING GIFT, I COOKED FOR THE PARTY HE WOULDN’T CANCEL… UNTIL A BLACK CAR STOPPED OUT FRONT, HIS BOSS WALKED IN, TOOK ONE LOOK AT MY SWOLLEN EYES, AND SAID THE WORDS THAT MADE THE WHOLE ROOM GO COLD: “EVERYONE WHO’S ANYONE IN THIS TOWN KNOWS WHO YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW WAS—EVERYONE BUT YOU.”…

Your mother is dead. What good is crying going to do? Is it going to bring her back? Hurry up and get dinner ready. My friends will be here soon. …

“YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD, AND CRYING WON’T BRING HER BACK—SO WIPE YOUR FACE, GET DINNER ON THE TABLE, AND TRY NOT TO LOOK LIKE A WIDOWED CHILD WHEN MY GUESTS ARRIVE,” MY HUSBAND SAID JUST TWO HOURS AFTER I CAME HOME FROM OAK RIDGE CEMETERY, STILL SMELLING LIKE CHRYSANTHEMUMS, STILL HEARING THE DIRT HIT MY MOTHER’S COFFIN—AND SOMEHOW, THROUGH SHOCK, THROUGH TEARS, THROUGH THE SOUND OF HIS LAUGHTER ECHOING OVER THE PLATES SHE GAVE US AS A WEDDING GIFT, I COOKED FOR THE PARTY HE WOULDN’T CANCEL… UNTIL A BLACK CAR STOPPED OUT FRONT, HIS BOSS WALKED IN, TOOK ONE LOOK AT MY SWOLLEN EYES, AND SAID THE WORDS THAT MADE THE WHOLE ROOM GO COLD: “EVERYONE WHO’S ANYONE IN THIS TOWN KNOWS WHO YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW WAS—EVERYONE BUT YOU.”… Read More