I have had to accept the way she did it, and then deal with not hearing a word from her or about her for all these years.”

     “Is it painful for you to talk about?”

     “A little, I suppose.  But it’s better than it was when I found out.”

     “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Dessie consoled.

     “No.  No, you have the right to know.”  Adam paused and watched Dessie’s fingers curl around his.  He was a lucky man and he knew it.  “My ma did die, and I was able to attend the funeral.  Then, I was suddenly surrounded by people I didn’t know, who knew her well.  They started telling me abou...

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