“You remember that movie we watched, Suddenly, Last Summer?” Mom asked in a strange turn of subject. “The one where Katharine Hepburn’s son was eaten by little Mexican boys?” Alex asked, a touch confused. “The only movie Montgomery Clift sucked in,” I offered. “Everybody was so creepy,” said Dominique. “True,” Mom said thoughtfully, “but I liked the line ‘There is a word for a widower, but no name for a mother who lost a child.’ ” Mom went somewhere inside herself for a moment, but soon came back.
