moves faster than your body.
This was one of them.
Richard Hale had been my husband’s business partner for almost thirty years.
Before Thomas died, Richard was one of the last people to visit him in the hospital.
After the funeral, he disappeared.
Not completely.
He sent Christmas cards for a while.
Then nothing.
When Benjamin took over Thomas’s remaining business interests, Richard became one of the names I was told not to worry about.
“That’s old business, Mom,” Benjamin had said.
“You don’t need to involve yourself.”
I had
