When things sort of got, you know, normal??”
“Huh. Porn She loved the hurly burly of daily hospital work and valued the collateral gifts it offered; professional colleagues who valued her skills, laughing banter with staff, her deep caring for her patients, and most of all the intense focus that her work required, always freeing her from her other daily worries. And then, more serious: “are we going to hell, dear?” Loretta asked her son. “I woke up a couple of times and had a bit of trouble getting back to sleep, mom,” he paused then, and then said “it was kind of like it was harder to get to sleep when you weren’t there.”
She turned away, feeling her color rising, fussed with her egg on the stove, and said over her shoulder “so, what can we do about that?” feeling her knees failing her and wondering “where is this going?”
“Well, umm, could we try you staying
