In the middle of a phone conversation today, my mother asked me, "How's that boy doing?"
"Tony? Mom, he died more than a year ago. I remember telling you."
"That's right," she said, "I remember. Drug overdose?"
"It was a car accident." I didn't want to talk about it a second time.
Nor did I say anything about the accident outside of Phoenix, even though she'd known both boys.