Chapter Twenty-Seven
Back home, there was more bad news. Or not exactly “bad” news, but “haha, so close and yet so far” news. An email had arrived with the news that she and her project, At Sea (Lost/Found), had been accepted into the Far North Arts Fellowship program. It started in one month, a week after the Last Chance switched to part-time winter hours. Perfect timing.
And there was no possible way she could accept it.
She’d deal with that later. First she had to make the house wheelchair accessible, since Dr. Irish had warned her that Mama would be chair-bound for at least a couple of weeks. She had to hire a carpenter to make a ramp for the front steps. She also had to order adaptive silverware and other items that would help Mama function.
It all felt completely overwhelming, es
