At My Son’s Society Wedding They Seated Me In The Last Row Because They Thought I Was Poor

done my share of giving it to him, through thirty-five years of the particular labor that does not appear on any resume but constitutes, in the end, the real architecture of a person’s life.

A woman in a large hat leaned toward her companion two rows ahead. The hat was expensive, the kind that people wear to signal that they are the sort of people who continue reading …