“I was upset because you said Grandma wasn’t coming home,” Larry said.
Melissa closed her eyes.
I held out my hand.
“My keys.”
“He was upset.”
She looked at it.
“You’re not driving.”
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“I know.”
“Then what do you need them for?”
“They’re mine.”
For several seconds, she didn’t move.
Then she opened her purse.
The keys landed in my palm with a small metal clink.
“They’re mine.”
I closed my fingers around them.
“I’ve already spoken to the administrator,” I said.
Melissa looked up sharply.
“I’m staying until we have a safe discharge plan.”
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She looked at the keys still closed in my hand.
“You are?”
“I’ve already spoken to the administrator.”
“I said I wanted a choice. I didn’t say every choice you made was wrong.”
Nobody spoke.
“The rail gets repaired. I’ll accept help at home until my hip is better. I won’t drive until the doctor clears me.”
