My Son’s Fiancée Saw My Late Husband’s Photo and Whispered “Mr. Wednesday” — His Own Son Called Him a Gambler for 15 Years
My son’s fiancée met the family on a Sunday at 5:30, complimented everything in the house the way nervous sweet girls do, and then walked past the mantel, saw the photograph of my late husband Raymond, and dropped her glass — not fumbled, dropped — and stood in the iced-tea puddle with both hands over…