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I woke up to a beautiful breakfast table, with a huge bouquet of pink roses and an I’m-sorry card. Eric did all he could to compensate for the previous evening. He pulled out my chair for me, he served my food, he cleaned the kitchen, and he even made coffee.
After breakfast, we stopped by the hospital to see my father. As expected, he was still unconscious, and my mother was still seated in the same armchair I had last seen her. Hilary came a lot but didn’t stay every minute of every hour like my mother did.
Eric and I had lunch at a fancy restaurant downtown. This new loving Eric was kind of fun, but I had to hold my tongue several times. I wanted to talk to him about his problem, but I knew that he was focused on the tournament and I would ruin it if I brought up that subject now.
