Page 80 of Hold Still

When all the dishes are cleaned and put away, I remember to turn on my cell phone. Ozzy’s left me several texts. He has about a half-hour before he takes the stage. My thumbs hover over my phone and I text him back:

Sorry, I missed you all day. Time ran away from me with all the docs. I’m spending tonight with Mom, I hope you understand.

I reread the text a couple of times before pressing “Send.”

He replies instantly:

Glad to hear from you. I’m really missing you, but I get it. Hope all is well. Can I do anything?

A smile plays around my lips, but I shake my head. No. As much as he wants to be involved, he can’t make this go away.

No, but thanks for the offer. Knock ‘em dead tonight!

I add a “kissy-face” icon and tap “Send.” Suddenly exhausted, I drop the phone onto the counter and walk into the living room.Jeopardy!is on the television and Mom’s asleep in her chair. She looks so peaceful. Deciding not to wake her, I lock up, turn the alarm on in case she decides to go out for a stroll later on, cover her with a blanket and head to my bedroom.

Tomorrow has to be a better day. Right?

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