At the family dinner right after my husband’s funeral, my stepdaughter looked at me and said: Find another table—this table is only for family. I did not argue; I just placed a sealed envelope on the table and invited everyone to read. When the Truth was revealed, all everyone was silent. By the time the hearse pulled away and the folded flag found its place beside the condolence book, I thought the worst part of the day was over. Then we sat down at Romano’s—the little Italian place my husband

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