I bent down and began folding Mom’s blanket.
Gabriel watched me.
“That’s it?”
“For now,” I said.
His shoulders relaxed.
That almost made me laugh.
He thought he’d won.
He thought he’d won.
***
I carried Mom’s things upstairs myself.
Gabriel’s brother was gathering beer bottles when we reached the guest room.
“Sorry, ma’am. I really didn’t know.”
Mom gave him her automatic smile.
“It’s all right.”
“No,” I said. “It’s not.”
I looked at the stained comforter.
“Change the sheets. Mom’s immunocompromised.”
“Sorry, ma’am. I really didn’t know.”
Gabriel stared at me, then reached for the bedding himself.
When he finished, he turned toward me.
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