The After Life

The After LifeWhen my mother died, my father's early widowerhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached. He was kind, cultured, youthful and good-looking, and many women tended to him. They cooked dinner for him and sent their housekeepers to his Victorian near the Presidio Gate. My brothers were away at college, but I, who had dropped out of school, spent a good deal of time at the house.Some of the women who looked after...