JanetLater That Same Day
Whipped beyond measure, I looked over at Chloe. At nearly twice my age, she was still going strong. We’d scrubbed and broken down all of the special equipment and moved it into the front room where it would be easy for the leasing company to retrieve it. After that, we cleaned mom’s room; that is to say we scoured it from top to bottom.
I didn’t have any desire to go through her clothing and toiletries and things, especially after all of that, and Aunt Leslie was tied up at her farm for the day, so Chloe volunteered to do it. There were only a few things of moms that I wanted. She set those aside for me and she made boxes for my aunts too then she went about sorting things for donation or for auction if Aunt Leslie or Rhoda decided they didn’t want them either.
