She’s going to go berserk. But I had no other choice.
I hung up and returned to Mom’s room.
She’s going to go berserk.
Mom’s eyes were open.
“Was that Elaine I heard?”
“You heard that?”
“Hard not to. These doors are thin.”
“Mom…”
“Don’t be angry with her.”
“Don’t be angry with her.”
“She said you’re not going to make it.”
“I heard that part too.”
“And you’re not mad?”
“She’s frightened, honey. She lost her husband. Now she holds on to Andrew with both hands.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“No. But it’s a reason.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
I looked at her. The wires, the thin arms, the plastic bracelet. Defending a woman who had just written her off.
“You’re too nice.”
“One of us should be.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of it?”