Chapter 6: Becoming a Routine
At first, it was business. I drove her to appointments, sorted medications, cleaned gutters, fixed cabinets, carried groceries, and took out trash.
And she complained through every second of it.
“You’re late.”
“It’s been four minutes.”
“Still late.”
But slowly, things changed. Without discussing it, we started becoming part of each other’s routines.
She asked me to stay for dinner sometimes. Her cooking was genuinely terrible. Once she served meatloaf so dry I drank three glasses of water trying to survive it.
“This is awful,” I told her honestly.
She pointed her fork at me. “Then die hungry.”
We watched game shows afterward while she yelled answers at contestants through the television screen. Eventually she started telling me stories about her life, and somehow I found myself telling her things I usually buried deep enough nobody could touch them… Continue Reading ⬇️