to inspect them and call her lazy if the edges were uneven.
I took the towels from her hands.
“She’s not here.”
Ava stared at the shelf.
“I know.”
But her body did not know yet.
So we learned.
Slowly.
Painfully.
We hired a night nurse Ava chose herself, a warm woman named Denise who had raised four children and had the kind of voice that made even me feel calmer.continue reading …
