Three Days in June

by Anne Tyler

“I suppose I could have caught a ride with a friend,” she was saying, “except they’ve all turned into such bad drivers lately. I would hate to end up dead on my only granddaughter’s wedding day.” “Oh, we just wouldn’t have told her till after the ceremony,” I said in a soothing voice. Max gave a bark of laughter, but my mother said primly, “That would probably have been wisest,”

I wondered why it was that I had so many irritating people in my life.

(Apparently she felt freer to die now that Debbie was married.)

Someday I’d like to be given credit for all the times I have not said something that I could have said.