Sometimes, I thought Richard was utterly ridiculous.

He was accusing me, only the other day, of pushing Susan and hurrying her to the hospital while treating her like a piece of glass. And now he was phoning me, asking to come get me from work, as if nothing had occurred.

Maybe he was trying to pretend everything was fine, but I was done playing along.

After a lengthy silence, Richard remarked, "Sophia, let's go to the cemetery. To pay a visit to your ...