They got shorter. Hurrying. Distracted. Sometimes she would say, « I’ll call you later, Mom, » and then not call until the next day. Sometimes she sounded tired in a way I could not reach through the phone. Sometimes, when I asked what was wrong, she said, « Nothing. Just hospital placement stuff. »
A mother’s mind is dangerous when it has silence to work with.
So I started asking-questions.
« Did you make friends? »
« Yes. »