I Was Eating Alone When The Pregnant Waitress Whispered ...

I was having tea alone in a glass pavilion in Savannah when the pregnant waitress refilled my pot, leaned down to my ear, and whispered four words that stopped my heart: don't tell him I'm alive. She was my daughter-in-law - the one my son buried behind a closed casket in March, no viewing, because he said she would not have wanted people staring. He was sitting three tables away with his back to us, laughing over coffee, and he had already filed a $750,000 life insurance claim on her. What he forgot was who filled out the original policy.