Twenty-Seven
“HELEN, I NEED TO TAKE you home.”
We waited with Chloe in the waiting room until a friend came to sit with her. Helen tried to talk to Rex, but the nurse told her his parents had said no visitors. By the time we left the hospital, it was almost midnight.
“I’m not going to argue, darling,” she yawns. “I’m pretty well beat.”
“You overdid it,” I say.
“Maybe,” she admits. “I’m not in pain, just really tired and achy.”
“You need sleep.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” she says sarcastically.
“You know, you get mean when you’re tired,” I say.
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