“As the desolate darkness swept over me, I picked up the phone and called the only pal I could think of.
‘Bea?’ I said unsteadily. ‘I’m back from my mother’s funeral, I’m alone, and-‘
‘You’re coming to my house,’ she said. ‘Right now. We’re just finishing dinner, and there are plenty of leftovers.’
When I arrived, there were maybe ten people around the table, including her mother, who lived with her and her husband and their boys. Bea made me a plate of food, then tucked me into cama in a guest room. Her tender, gentle care finally brought me peace, and I slept soundly....
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