Chapter 11 — Standing Up

“She didn’t fall because of the house,” I said.

Sherry turned to look at me like she’d forgotten I was a person.

“She fell carrying my laundry up the stairs because she’d decided I was working too hard.

She fell doing something kind.

That’s not a woman who can’t manage.

That’s a woman nobody’s paying enough attention to for her to have to.”

I should not have said it; it was not my family and not my place.