Justin glanced at her.
“That’s all I did.”
Caroline shook her head.
Justin shifted, uncomfortable with the praise.
“It mattered more than you knew.”
Justin shifted, uncomfortable with the praise.
“I just mowed her lawn.”
“No,” Caroline said. “You brought back her trash. You checked her groceries. You found things she misplaced. You were part of her routine.”
That was the entire explanation.
Justin rubbed the back of his neck.
“She just needed help.”
That was the entire explanation.
Dorothy needed help.
So he helped.
Justin was halfway through dinner when I told him.
Three days later, Caroline called.
Dorothy wasn’t coming home.
Justin was halfway through dinner when I told him.
His fork stopped.
“Ever?”
“Then why does she have to?”
“She needs more help than she can get there.”
He stared at his plate.
“Does she want to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why does she have to?”
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