Your mother is sitting with her needlepoint looking stunned as what you
have told her sinks in. You had no idea
how she would take it.
“I have to call Grace,” she says, mentioning her sister who lives in Saint Louis with her
husband.
“No mother, you can’t, I mean you shouldn’t. I had not meant to tell you, but then…” You
regret that you did tell her as she is going to want to talk to her sister.
“Mom, just call her in a couple of days, but don’t tell her, believe me
she’ll be better off not knowing. That’s
the President’s decision. He only told
us because he had to in case the story breaks so we can cover it. We want to prevent panic. Everything that we can do is being
done..” She sits down.
“I’ll be with your father,” she says with tears running down her
cheeks. “I miss him so much. Even now when things happen I think, “Wait
till I tell George. I’m so sorry you
don’t have someone.”
“Mother, maybe next time, but it just didn’t happen. I don’t know why. Nobody asked me mother.”
“Well, we’re not going to talk about that now…” and once again your
mother has passed over an issue, but you are consoled that she looks forward to
being with your father. You can’t beat
that.
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