Chapter 116: Iris

Gripping her cane with one hand, she held tightly to the handle of the grocery sack with the other as she listened to her sister chatter in her ear through her Bluetooth earpiece.

"Listen," Iris said as soon as she sensed a break in the conversation, "we need to talk about Mom and Dad's 40th wedding anniversary party." She was making her way down the two steps to the front door of the mother-in-law apartment and then through to her kitchen. This was her sixth load of groceries into the house; everything was slower when she had to "waste" one hand holding on to a cane and thus could only carry groceries with the other hand. She dropped the bag on the counter and then trudged back toward the open door.