Chapter 84

“Now, George, sit and have a cup of coffee.” And he began to go over his plans for the service.

George forced himself to pay attention. Later he’d worry about how he’d pay for this, where he’d find a job, what he would do to care for three young children, and most importantly of all, how he’d manage without the woman he’d called Mama for more than seven years.

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George let himself into their dingy apartment. As the weeks passed, Mama continued to struggle, and more and more he found himself reluctant to leave the building they shared with so many other families.

“I’m home, Mama,” he called as he removed his jacket and hung it up. She was in such pain, he couldn’t bear it. He went to stand in the doorway to her bedroom and pasted a smile on his face.

“You’ve been gone a while, Georgie.”