Gloria sat facing her mother at lunch. “Honey,” her mother said, “You have been off a lot lately. What is stirring in that brilliant brain of yours?”
Gloria smiled at her mother, fighting her way back to reality and said, “I am trying to find the truth mom.”
“To what?” her mother asked, sipping green tea.
“My second failed marriage.”
“And for that, you have to go back into reflections?”
“Where else should I go for…