The Inexplicable Behavior of Some Parents
What had Papa done?
His beloved Steinway sagged in the front yard, beaten and broken, with a burial bouquet of white lilies draped across the mangled keys.
I inched along the sidewalk and found him, on the front steps, head buried in his arms, groaning.
He never lifted his head, just spoke to his polished shoes. “Your mother is a hard woman.”
“I brought her baklava from Athens Bakery. She accused me of philandering with Sofia. Then this…”
He raised his head to gaze forlornly at his piano.
“An emotional woman. The love of my life…”