After My Wife’s Memorial, My Son Told Me the House Was Sold, but I Already Knew Something He Didn’t

have peace.”

I sat in Beverly’s study for a long time after we hung up, looking out at the garden. The lemon tree needed pruning. Someone else would have to do it now.

I called Peter Klein the following morning. Beverly’s instructions had included his name in her address book, with a note beside it: Trusts the process, not the performance. His office continue reading …