Eddie O’Hare was not only on time for Ruth’s reading; he was so early that he sat for over an hour in the greenroom, alone. He was much preoccupied with the events of the past few weeks, in which both his mother and father had died—his mother of cancer, which had mercifully moved swiftly, and his father (not as suddenly) upon the occurrence of his fourth stroke within the past three years. Poor Minty’s third stroke had rendered him almost blind, his view of a page narrowed
