I admitted, “but it could have been much worse.” “Tell your daughter to give herself more credit,” Marid insisted. Mom and Dad smiled, and I was glad we’d run into them in the hallway. Dad’s voice, above all the others, would help me sort out exactly what I’d just said and done. “We try, Marid, I assure you.” Dad took a sip of his wine before setting it down, pushing it far away, and pouring himself a cup of tea, just like Mom. The doctor said an occasional drink was fine, but she clearly wasn’t interested in risking it, and I wasn’t surprised Dad would follow her lead. “How’s your mother?” Mom asked. The set of her lips made me feel like she’d been dying to ask the question. Marid grinned. “She never slows down. She’s sad, of course, that she can’t do bigger things, but she works diligently to take care of those near us in Columbia. Even a small bit of good is better than none.” “Agreed,” Mom replied. “Would you please tell her I think of her often?”
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