It was shortly after we got back from the funeral that things went sideways. I had enough time to take my suit jacket and tie off but not to change. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked thoughtful. I made tea for us, something that she normally liked, and sat with her.
"This isn't going to work." was how she opened.
"What isn't?" I must have looked very confused.
"This. Jesus, you can't seriously think I can stay here, can you? After knowing what you and Mom have been doing here for...for years? I can barely look at you."
I was shocked. I knew that Becky had at least suspected that there was something more than usual between mom and me. I had kind of assumed that she knew how far it went, given how perceptive she was. Mom had even told me once that she was "mostly ok with it" w
