Happy Mother’s Day, from Prison

When I called my mother one afternoon from Sing Sing, she told me that her aide, a woman I’ll call Rosa, had pulled a mortgage scam and put her name on the deed to Mom’s Fort Lauderdale condo.

Mom also claimed that Rosa was poisoning her.

If she died, Mom made me promise, I must demand an autopsy.

“Ma, please, stop,” I said.

“Listen to me, I’m not crazy,” she said. “Don’t you betray me and take her side, John . .

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