Kathryn
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“Call every two days or so to let me know about your health . . . and how much fun you’re having!” Kathryn added. Her knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. Her shoulders positively ached from the tension she’d endured for the past week. She breathed into them and forced them down from her ears. She moved her hands to the bottom of the steering wheel and gripped it with her thumbs.
Heather sat next to her in the passenger seat. Her window, like Kathryn’s, was lowered two inches.
“Mom.”
Kathryn couldn’t see Heather’s eyes, but she knew they were rolling back in her head. If Kathryn sounded overbearing and slightly frantic, it was because she was. On both counts. She knew it though. Self-awareness had come with old age, but then so had entitlement. She might be driving her
