I was with Alice at Catherine’s house for dinner. Around the table was Catherine, her family, Alice and me. We were laughing at a joke that someone made, having fun, the atmosphere reeked of content and joy. Like all conversations, one comes to an end, only to be replaced by another topic, however when it came time for a new conversation, Alice brought up Gloria Mitchell. “She recently lost her dad, last April.” She said. The words hung above us, weighing in on our hearts. How would it feel to run into Gloria and her mother when they come back to town for the funeral? What could we say? Was “I’m sorry” the best we could come up with? We all knew who Gloria was, as kids we were all adopted around the same time, it’s how our parents
