FIFTY
It took roughly twenty minutes, but Charlie finally convinced her mother going for a plate at Second Breakfast made more sense than everyone stuck crammed into her small apartment for the evening.
“Besides mom, I feel fine,” Charlie said, shrugging her shoulders. “The doctors never once said I needed bed rest. Not once. James, am I telling the truth or what?”
Joan looked at James. “It’s true.” He held up the Scouts Honor sign with two fingers. “As long as she doesn’t overdo it, I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t go out for a meal. The shopping is all done.”
“Thank you for that,” Charlie said. “I no longer feel like Old Mother Hubbard.”
James could not believe the turn around in Charlie’s demeanor. Maybe being home made the difference. There was no denying how depressing bei
