Father, Again, Peering

Father, Again, Peering The final years dear Mother she was never, well, what actors call “on location.” Physically, of course, we found her everywhere: the parlor reading, the kitchen ironing, the basement sweeping, unlike Father whom we never found though he was always there. On Sundays when he went to Mass, he’d stay behind, peering. Like Queeg, he’d stare from under or behind whatever he wasn't hiding in front of. Donal Mahoney