So, how'd you two meet? - Part 4

Asked and answered.

In the first foggy days after my mother-in-law’s passing, I wasn’t thinking much about my whispered plea. The house was in a state of constant, muted commotion as people came and went in a staccato procession.

The doorbell would ring and new faces would appear bearing trays of food and condolences. If they were there to lend their company, they’d find t…