I Was Making Coffee When My Daughter-In-Law Destr0yed My Wife’s Mug. “Just Old Junk.” The Next Day…

Mercer,” she said, and her face softened in a way that hurt. “It has been too long.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How are you holding up?”

I gave the answer widowers learn to give. “Managing.”

She did not insult me by pretending that meant fine.

“I need access to my safe deposit box,” I said. “Maren and I had one here.”

Odessa nodded. “Of course. I’ll get the card.”

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