Continued from “Two Women in the House”
Now they are both downstairs, the mother and the daughter. The mother is reading the Washington Post and drinking a cup of tea. Who died? Everyday the mother reads the death list in the Metro section. The daughter sits with her computer in her lap, drinking a cup of coffee. She will look at the Style section later. The mother is a scientist. The daughter is an artist. Right now the daughter needs to put out some bird seed. Her mother loves the birds but can’t walk out into the back yard snow. The daughter cleans out the cat pan and sits down again in her father’s chair. Her father died thirteen years ago.