all.
No advice.
No questions about where my family was.
No pity.
I had become allergic to the head tilt of pity that month.
Angela didn’t do it.
Twenty minutes later, she returned with two vanilla puddings, set one beside me, and ate the other standing there while looking down the empty hallway as though we were simply two people working the same long shift.
Inside Kora’s room, she was awake and bossy even while sick.
During a video call with her brothers, she issued instructions from her hospital bed.
