They were so concerned about their mom that they didn’t even say goodbye to Mr. Horner. Bursting through the back door, they found their mom sitting at the kitchen table, peeling potatoes for supper. They ran to her and each gave her a big hug. “Are you okay, Mom?” both kids asked at the same time. “Yes, yes. I’ll be fine. Sit down and I’ll get you a treat.” Mom walked slowly to the freezer as Dana and Tim took their usual seats at the table. They sensed bad news was coming. Mom returned, holding two Popsicles. “Who wants cherry and who wants grape?” “Grape,” Dana said. Grape was Tim’s favorite and Dana knew it, but Tim took the cherry Popsicle without complaining. Dana stared at him, confused because she expected him to whine. Mom sat down at the end of the table. “Grandma said you can’t work anymore,”
