Roy wanted to know how things were. "How's she doing?" he slurred slightly. He sounded as though he were on the other end of the earth.
Looking over at her mother, now with her head on the bed's pillow and eyes closed, Sarah felt a strange mix of emotions. That old, recognizable migraine with all the painful memories it brought. But then, what was this? Her mother next to her, resting quietly, vulnerable, no longer in charge. She looked almost like a little girl in repose. Sarah felt an unfamiliar tenderness. -- RJ