Chapter 9
BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE to buy my train ticket home, I got a text from Felicia, the woman whose mother I'd sat with the other day. Felicia told me, in confidence, that her medical appointment had yielded concerning results. The doctor wanted her in for minor surgery. A biopsy, perhaps, but that's only a guess.
She asked if I could come over, sit with her mother again.
How could I say no?
It's not that I wanted to spend more time with that woman. Edith wasn't what you'd call fun on a bun. I just felt so bad for Felicia, going through her own troubles privately while simultaneously caring for her mother. I wanted to help her, even if spending an overnight with her mother would be brutally unpleasant.
Anyway, the money wouldn't hurt
When I got to their house, Felicia reiter
