
Sometimes people have these carefully constructed, house-of-cards lives. Change one thing, even if it‘s a secret thing, and you‘ve upset the balance. Suddenly you can see the cracks in the plaster, the mold of neglect…A woman visits her mother‘s grave every year. One year and for subsequent years after, she takes a lover for one night. Not the same one, however. This was a fascinating character study and I‘m glad his children decided to publish.




















