Brenda let herself in without knocking.
Twelve years of double shifts at the office and night shifts at Mom’s bedside had carved themselves into my face.
« You look like you didn’t sleep again, Margaret, » she said, hanging her coat by the door.
« I slept enough. »
« That’s a no, then. »
I smiled into my cup. Twelve years of double shifts at the office and night shifts at Mom’s bedside had carved themselves into my face.
« How was she last night? » I asked.
« Peaceful. Ate half her toast. Asked me to leave her alone for an hour with her phone, though. »
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