Chapter 47

Keith put his arm around him, “Let’s go home, baby. You look beat. That medication is kicking in. You should take a nap when we get home.”

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Bobby took a nap and Marla heated up one of the casseroles for dinner. Bobby didn’t eat much. “Only eighty-nine to go,” Keith joked.

“We have to keep track of the dishes so we can return them.” Bobby’s frowned. “I know how upset Mom used to get when someone failed to return one of her dishes.”

“I’ll have Marla run around town returning dishes and pay her extra for her time and gas. Thank God they labeled all of them.” Keith’s eyes rolled.

“Jason probably did that. My mother taught him when Ann and Evan died.”

“Baby, you’re going to have to write thank-you notes to the women who made all of the casseroles plus everyone who sent flowers at the gravesite and the funeral home.”

“Oh my God, I didn’t get flowers for my own parents.”