“Gary can feed himself.”

“He can also burn the house down trying.” She almost laughed, and it cost her.

Her hand tightened on the blanket until the cotton wrinkled.

“You’re hurting.”

“I’m tired,” she said, which wasn’t an answer, and we both let it sit there.

“Remember the pudding they gave you Tuesday?”

“It had a skin on it.”

“You ate it anyway.”