“When it’s time, you’ll come.”
I thought she was simply being dramatic.
Mom said strange little things like that sometimes.
Before I left, she followed me outside.
She hugged me in the driveway longer than usual.
Then she pulled away and looked directly into my face.
“The freezer is full, Bethie.”
“Okay.”
“No matter what happens, don’t let anybody throw away my soup.”
I smiled.