I’ve been sick for the last few days. I’m too tired to make one more trip to the restroom. Charlie brought me a bowl and I just lie on the sofa, while he and Allie take turns dumping it. I know they’re both worried. I can hear them talking in the hall.
“I don’t know how long she can do this,” I heard Allie say.
And I agreed with her. I don’t know how long I can or want to do this.
You think you’ll do anything, give anything to live, but when it comes down to it, sometimes you wonder if it wouldn’t be easier just to let go. I’m worried I’ll feel that way before this is all done and over. Maybe that’s how Mom felt, she just couldn’t go on.
I heard Livia join in the conversation in the hall.
Livia brought Logan in to see me before they left. She wanted to show off his new outfit. I didn’t know which to look at first, the blue argyle sweater vest and plaid pants or the fact that he and Livia were wearing matching outfits.
“Shouldn’t I stay here and help with Mom,” he silently begged Allie for help.
“How sweet. But your Aunt Allie and Charlie have everything under control. Besides your mother wants you to go out and have a good time,” Livia said, getting her keys out.
“Great,” Logan replied though he didn’t sound the least bit convinced.
Allie shoved a bowl of cream of mushroom soup at me. Usually, it was my favorite, but today it was revolting.
“It’s homemade,” she said, coaxing. “Mrs. Wood at the market made it.”
I would have been shocked if Allie had cooked anything “homemade”. Her children weren’t even sure what a grocery store was for. The waitresses have her number on speed dial. She once tried cooking for a few weeks and got calls from restaurants checking to see if everything was ok.
I lied, telling her I’d try some later. I’d be lucky to keep the crackers down.