I sat upright.
“My aunt?”
Carol nodded.
Clementine was my mother’s younger sister.
Since Ruth died, she’s the person I call whenever I need advice.
I sat upright.
“Why would you visit her?”
“I wanted to ask about your mother.”
I suddenly felt irritated.
“You went to my family without telling me?”
“I did. I’m sorry.”
Daniel frowned.
“Why would you visit her?”
“Mom, you should’ve spoken to Alma first.”
“I was afraid she wouldn’t want to hear from me.”
“That should’ve been her decision,” he said.
Carol nodded.
“You’re right.”
I crossed my arms.
“You should’ve spoken to Alma first.”
“What did you ask Clementine?”
My MIL hesitated.
“I asked whether she remembered a song Ruth used to sing to you.”
My heart started beating faster.
“Why?”
“I remembered your rehearsal dinner.”
My MIL hesitated.
She took a tissue from the table.
“Clementine told me you still loved that song. She said you used to ask Ruth to sing it three times before bed.”
