Chapter 11
Thursday Afternoon, May 28th
“I moved that last load into the dryer, Amy,” Janet called out. “If you’re done, I have a load of things I’d like to run.”
Barb’s mom ducked her head into the laundry room. “Thanks, I appreciate that. It’s all yours but, you know, you could have just brought your stuff down earlier and let me run it all with all of our stuff.”
“Oh no, you have enough to do without taking care of my wash too.”
“Nonsense!” Amy flipped a hand toward the younger woman. “You’ve been such a huge help. You have an effect on Tom that’s just short of a miracle. I don’t know what it is, but when you tell him it’s time for his meds, he doesn’t fuss at all. When I tell him...” Her voice trailed off as the oven timer dinged in the kitchen behind her.
“What are you making in
