Rachael Ikins – Secret not more
She looked searchingly into my eyes as we hugged goodbye. That combination of fragrances that was uniquely “mom”, hair spray, Esteé Lauder and Scotch, though no more cigarette smoke, lingered.
We had been to dinner a last time before she and her husband went south for the winter. Her expression looked as if she expected me to say something or wanted to ask a question.
I disengaged from her bony arms and laughed. It had been a good time, a good meal. My partner Genevieve and I bundled up and dashed through the cold and snow. We had a long dark road ahead of us going home.
She said, “You ought to tell her. But it’s ok with me if you don’t.”
“It feels disrespectful to you, keeping you a secret,” I said.
“Not at all. You have that bad memory of the way she behaved after she was eavesdropping…
View original post 896 more words