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some of the bread I baked earlier in the
week. I make sure to add a bit of happy
dust into her soup, to knock her out till
the morning. She’s sitting up in bed when
I enter her room.
“Sleep well, Mrs. G?”
"Wonderful. I'm famished, though,
dear."
"Good thing I'm here." I smile at
her sweetly, setting the tray down on her
