My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

had arrived?”

My mother blinked.

Once.

Then her mouth did that tight little purse thing she does when a server brings her iced tea with too much ice.

“I don’t think this is appropriate,” she said.

Dr. Morrison didn’t move. She stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame, badge clipped crooked to her white coat, hair pulled back so hard it looked painful.continue reading …