Chapter 2 — Ten Years

Just then my mother-in-law, Ottoline, came in carrying a basket of clean laundry.

She had lived with us for ten years.

I had treated her like my own mother, because mine had died while I was in college.

I paid for her doctors, her medicine, her trips home to Phoenix.

She looked after Esme, cooked our meals, and every single morning brought me a cup of chamomile tea.