Eleanor had once named every stray cat that appeared near our porch, and at least three had been called Oliver.

She would have been delighted to know the name had outlasted them.

On the drive home, Chloe said she wanted to return to nursing school eventually.

I almost answered that she should focus only on resting.

I stopped myself.

“What would the first step be?” I asked.

“I could contact the program and see whether my old credits count.

Maybe one course at a time when I’m ready.”