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MY MOM WORDLESSLY kneels to gather scraps of drawings from our game of Honor<br />
Pictionary and stacks them into a neat pile. She keeps the best (defined here as either<br />
really good or really bad) ones from each game. We sometimes look through our<br />
collection nostalgically, the way other families look through old photos. Her fingers linger<br />
atop a particularly bad drawing of some sort of horned creature hovering above a circle<br />
with holes in it.<br />
She holds the drawing up for me to see. “How did you guess ‘nursery rhyme’ from<br />
this?” She chuckles with effort, trying to break the ice.<br />
“I don’t know,” I say, and laugh, wanting to meet her halfway. “You are a terrible<br />
drawer.”<br />
The creature was supposed to be a cow and the circle was supposed to be the moon.<br />
Truly, my guess was inspired, given how awful her drawing was.<br />
She pauses stacking for a moment and sits back on her heels. “I really had a good time<br />
with you this week,” she says.<br />
I nod but don’t say anything back. Her smile fades. Now that Olly and I can’t see or talk<br />
to each other, my mom and I spend more time together. It’s the only good thing to come<br />
out of this mess.<br />
I reach out and grab her hand, squeeze it. “Me too.”<br />
She smiles again, but less fully now. “I hired one of the nurses.”<br />
I nod. She offered to let me interview Carla’s potential replacements, but I declined. It<br />
doesn’t matter who she hires. No one’s ever going to be able to replace Carla.<br />
“I have to go back to work tomorrow.”<br />
“I know.”<br />
“I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”<br />
“I’ll be OK.”<br />
She straightens the already perfectly straight stack of drawings. “You understand why I<br />
have to do the things I’m doing?” Besides firing Carla, she’s also revoked my Internet<br />
privileges and canceled my in-person architecture lesson with Mr. Waterman.<br />
We’ve mostly avoided talking about this all week. My lies. Carla. Olly. She took the<br />
week off from work and tended to me in Carla’s absence. She took my vitals every hour<br />
instead of every two and slumped with relief each time the results were normal.<br />
By day four she said we were out of the woods. We got lucky, she said.<br />
“What are you thinking?” she asks.<br />
“I miss Carla.”