Not then. She just handed him his coffee, same as always, and waited for the bus.
By May, the routine was as automatic as breathing. Wake up at 5:00, make two sandwiches, one for George, one for herself, pack a banana, pour coffee into the thermos, walk three blocks, sit with George for ten minutes, catch the 6:30 bus.
It wasn’t charity. It didn’t feel continue reading …
