It happened a while ago. My husband told me to call his brother’s office. He wanted to know when he was coming back to Chicago. I called his office to find out. The man at the other end said,’I don’t know,his mother died or something’. My husband was preparing meat to marinate for next day’s supper. When I hung up, he asked, ‘Did you find out’? I didn’t know how I was going to give him this news,I told him the man in the office did not know.
I called our friend in Montreal for advice,he told me to wait for his brother to get back. His brother came back,I noticed he wasn’t saying anything. I asked him when was he going to tell his brother.He was playing the waiting game.I was disgusted with him,he acted as if everything was fine.
I could not believe how calm my brother-in-law was , they went to the park which was an hour’s drive.I felt so guilty I could not go with them.Our neighbour knew about this. She felt something had to be done. She came one morning and said,’Ali I have something to tell you’,my husband was surprised,he asked what it was.Without wasting any time , she replied: ‘Your mother passed away few days ago’,this was something he did not think he would hear. Immediately my husband blamed me for not telling him. My brother-in-law was relieved he didn’t have to give the news. It seemed I was the culprit!