–Irish Proverb "Do you think Dr. C. will let me get an x-ray so I can see inside myself?" I squeezed her hand. "I doubt it. Why would you want to do that?" Paget jabbed at the wiggling block of gelatin on her plate and scrunched her nose. "I wanted to see if it still jiggles on the inside?" "I see you're feeling better." Paget frowned deeply. "I'm sorry I messed up again, Mand. Are you mad at me?" "I'm never mad at you. I'm mad at myself. Sorry I can't be with you all the time. Sorry I have to work." Paget gave a wide grin. "Want some Jell-O? It's orange, that's your favorite." I laughed, and Paget reached up to press her small finger to the corner of my mouth. Our mother had had the same dimple at the corner of her mouth. I remembered it. Mom, hanging clothes on the clothesline. Smiling in the sunlight. Back when she was young and happy and alive. I wondered if Paget had seen a photo of our mother like that. "No, I think I'll pass for now. Pickles and I had a huge breakfast, but thank you." "Pickles…is he okay?" I patted her hand calmly, pulling her attention back into focus.
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