My Husband Gave Me A Bank Card After 50 Years Of Marriage—What I Found Before Surgery Left Me In Tears
She was at the coffee table when Adele appeared at her elbow. “Mama. You’re sweating.”
“Doris made the coffee so strong it’s practically a defibrillator,” Sylvie said. “I’d be sweating too if you’d had three cups.”
Jeremiah materialized on her other side. “You’re out of breath.”
“I walked from the parking lot.”
“You parked by the door.”
“Son, I’m in my seventies. Everything takes longer.”
Chanel came around from behind them with a paper plate and a narrowed expression. “Why are we standing in a circle around Mama like it’s an intervention?”
“Because she looks pale,” Adele said.
Chanel looked at Sylvie directly. Really looked at her, the way Chanel always looked at things — straightforward, with her full attention.
“Mama.”
Sylvie hated that tone. It was too accurate.
“You would tell us if something was wrong,” Adele said. It was formatted as a statement but functioned as a question.
“Of course.”
Jeremiah watched her face. “Are you sick?”
The word sat in the air between them.
She patted his arm. “I’m stubborn. That’s not the same thing.”
Before any of them could find the next question, Mrs. Bell from the choir arrived with a paper plate of deviled eggs and the expression of someone carrying news.
“Did you all hear about Walter?”
Sylvie’s stomach did something quick and unpleasant. “No.”
“The senior golf club is honoring him at a dinner this Friday. Something about family contributions. Committees, fundraising, all of that.”
Jeremiah’s face changed in the way his face changed when he was processing something he didn’t like. “Dad’s getting a family award?”
“That’s what I heard. Very nice event, apparently.”
Adele’s mouth went the flat, controlled way it went when she was deciding not to say the first thing that came to mind.
Chanel said it instead. “Family award. That’s something.”
Sylvie picked up her purse. “I could use some air.”
She made it to the side door of the hall before she had to stop and just stand for a moment, her hand on the brick wall, breathing carefully.
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