One year ago, our parents retired to a small town in Vermont to open a kitschy bed-and-breakfast. It was technically both of theirs, but it was Mom’s heart and soul. It makes sense that Copper Run residents are here. Mom was the kind of person who could be revered and loved in only a year. Give me two years in a single room with one person, and we’d still be strangers. Maybe that’s where I went wrong in my marriage.
