"How did your poor husband pass away?" Make it simple, Mama, I tried to bore into her, simple, simple... "His brains exploded." I heard a gasp. It was me. "An aneurysm?" "Okay," said Mama. "I'm sorry, hon," said Mrs. Haver. "At least it was fast." "It vas?" Mama looked puzzled. I nodded furiously at her. "Ya. It vas. Yours?" "Heart attack." "Oooo, dat's good too." I could've killed her. Sophie Kandinsky has spent the last six years trying to keep...