The dashboard clock said a little before noon when I got back to Nicole’s house. Time just got away from me. I planned to have breakfast with my parents but then I needed to help my mother to wash up and get safely back to the couch. For my dad’s sake, I wrote down some instructions about medications and bandages. He protested, saying he could remember, which normally he could. Today he couldn’t because he was worried.
Again, I had forgotten to call Nicole. I justified it thinking I would be there soon enough.
As soon as I walked in, I could hear the piano and Nicole’s voice lighting up the house. I put my backpack on the floor and went out to the den. She didn’t look up, so I stood in the doorway and watched. Her voice captured the emotional line from her scene in the second act as she
