PART 3 OF 5
What My Mother Had Been Too Ashamed to Tell Me
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Harold Weiss had aged since I last saw him.
He was in his seventies now, thin, silver-haired, with reading glasses hanging from a black cord around his neck.
But the moment my mother and I entered his office, he stood and came around the desk.
He hugged her.
No hesitation.
No recoil.
No joke.
“I heard about yesterday,” he said.
Mom looked embarrassed.
“News travels.”