“Wherever you are, David, I hope you can forgive your old mother for that car business.” She remembers the look on his face after she’d humiliated him for not caring. He had tried to be honest with his mother and she had berated him for it. Helen wipes her eyes with a corner of towel. “My sweet David.” Then, as often happens in moments like this, she can hear her son’s voice coming to her from somewhere far away, urging his mother to forgive herself.
