What she didn’t realize was that I had a hidden advantage she knew nothing about.
I’m seventy-three years old now, and this is what happened.
Ten years ago, in the middle of a stormy night, two police officers knocked on my door at two in the morning. I had dozed off on the couch with the television still humming softly.
Even before opening the door, something in my chest told me that terrible news was waiting outside.
When I answered, one officer removed his hat respectfully.
“Margaret?” he asked.
My mouth felt dry. “Yes.”
“Ma’am, I’m very sorry to inform you, but your son David was involved in a car accident tonight.”
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