Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

first wife.”

The way she said “first wife” made it sound quaint, like a historical footnote. I set my wine glass down on a nearby table and met her eyes.

“Yes,” I said simply. “I’m sorry for your loss. Jonathan was a good man.”

“Thank you.” Her smile widened slightly, taking on a quality I recognized from my years waitressing—the smile customers used continue reading …