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After I’ve cleaned up our mugs and straightened the kitchen a little, I head to my mother’s room, pulling out my cell to call Jake while sprawling across the comforter.
He answers immediately, glad that I’m here and that I sound okay. I’ve nothing much to tell him; I’m simply happy to hear his voice. I tell him that I won’t see my mother until tomorrow and don’t want to talk about her tonight
