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"Good morning, Roseline," Sandra says, popping her head into the kitchen.
"Sandra, Good morning," I say, smiling at her.
She walks over and joins me at the kitchen counter, "I was thinking I should help you make breakfast today."
"Sure," I say.
It's been three days since she came to this house and we haven't spoken beyond good mornings and goodnights. Perhaps I've been too nervous to talk to her, especially about Mateo and his current condition, so I leave his bedside whenever she walks into his care room and wait for her to leave whenever I want to spend some time at his bedside. This moment, however, is unavoidable. In one way or another, the conversation needs to be had.
"What are we making this morning?" she asks, folding her arms as she leans against the counter.
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