“I kept meaning to call someone.”
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“Yes, you should have.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to decide where I live.”
I could hear her breathing.
Then I said, “Come here.”
“What?”
“To the facility.”
“Mom, I have work.”
“So does Tom.”
“Mom, I have work.”
Tom raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
“Come here, Melissa. Bring my keys.”
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She arrived ninety minutes later.
The first thing she did was look at Larry.
“You left without telling me.”
She arrived ninety minutes later.
Larry folded his arms.
“You took Grandma without telling her.”
Tom looked at the floor.
I almost told Larry not to speak to his mother that way.
Then I decided Melissa could survive one sentence from an eight-year-old.
“You took Grandma without telling her.”
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She turned to me.
“Mom, I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“Then why did you stop Larry from calling?”
“He was upset.”
