Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
“Do you want me to come over?”
“She’s resting.
We have what we need.”
“Can I bring something?”
“More saline drops if you happen to be at the pharmacy.”
He arrived twenty minutes later with the drops, the recommended supplies, and a bag of groceries.
He left them at the door without insisting on coming inside.
As I watched his car pull away, I remembered the seventeen unanswered calls.