They’ve never really connected. Even though he’s his son. But from a first marriage. You couldn’t really say they knew each other. But they must’ve run into each other occasionally. In fact, the father is quite proud of the son’s success. A big deal at the bank. He’s always told his cousin that his son was a success. But the years went by and their lives took different paths. The father got married again. To a horrible woman who cut him off from everyone. Especially his family. A horrible woman who embezzled his few possessions and put him into a retirement home. In fact, that’s where his son came to take him out to dinner one night. On purpose, in spite of his very busy schedule. But that night, he had completely forgotten and was just finishing his soup in the communal dining room when his son showed up.
His son’s wife had never met him. Nor his son’s children either.
Today is the day of the phantom father’s funeral. His son’s wife is there, waiting by the crematorium. And his aforementioned cousin, as well as a female cousin, too. As for the son, he’s late, stuck in traffic. They’re all waiting, and to pass the time, they try to talk about the deceased, whom none of them really knew, when you get right down to it.
The Woman who Folded Parachutes is a text composed in three acts. Mercedes Deambrosis, with a restrained sense of humor, underscores perfectly the incredible absurdity and inanity of our lives.

A father whose second marriage was to a woman who folded parachutes, and a son, who is a success in life. They don’t know each other, never connected to each other. The son is even late for his father’s funeral. In this short novel with a light-handed sense of humor Mercedes Deambrosis recapitulates what’s left of a life after death.