My Mother

She looked impatient.

“I sent you a request,” she said.

I blinked at her. “You sent me a Venmo request?”

“Yes. I figured it would be easier than discussing it in person while everyone is so sensitive.”

Daniel stood slowly. “You’re charging us for coming to the hospital?”

“I’m not charging anyone,” she said, offended. “I am asking to be reimbursed.”

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