I don’t know which is more strange, writing this story, or that it
actually took place. It’s about my mother-in-law. It’s about a
fantasy that accidentally became a reality.
My wife, Chris, and I visit her mother quite often since she’s on her
own for many years. While the drive to her house is a long one, my
wife insists on visiting Kate, who is 74 years old and widowed for
many years. She is a pleasant enough, non-engaging dumpling of an
elder. Certainly the last kind of