I told them not to read it. “This one isn’t for you,” I said. But of course they did anyway. The book came out in March, and they came to visit in May. As I drove to the airport and waited for their plane to touch down, unease gave way to dread. And the moment I spotted them walking past the security checkpoint, I could see it in their expressions.
“You read it,” I said.
“I learned some things,” my father answered.
And my mother, tearfully, asked, “Why didn’t you tell...Forward