April 4, 2007
4/4, Four/four, itís her birthday. She used to joke with her English-born husband that her birthday was ďthe same in both languages.Ē It should be a lucky day, a happy one. But both she and her husband are gone, their children left behind to mourn their passing and think questions that can never be answered. It would have been an eventful birthday, too: 75. The kind of milestone that calls for a big party and big party faces and a big cake and big lies. They have never told the truth about her; why start now, when itís too late?