During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

need to get to Irene.”

With trembling fingers, I typed: Who is Irene?

The reply was instant. “The only lawyer they couldn’t buy.”

William took the interstate and then exited into older streets, far from the manicured estates with security cameras, private guards, and flawless lawns. The rain turned the city into a blurred, dirty mirror. We drove past continue reading …