Chapter 8Friday
I crossed the street from the bakery and headed towards the nursing home. I never believed the idea of living in a nursing home would make me happy, but it did. I was jittery in a way I hadn’t been for twenty years if not longer.
The rope handles of the fancy paper bag cut into my palm, but I didn’t care. I wanted to celebrate, and I wanted to do it with my husband. It didn’t matter if he understood we were celebrating or not.
A woman held the door open for me when I arrived, and I smiled and hurried through. “Thank you.”
“Special day?” She nodded towards the bag and smiled.
“Every day is special.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She chuckled and waved as she went. Kids these days, always in a hurry. I watched her run towards the car park and wondered if Ann did that when she l
