The Random Tuesday Test: Caregiving, Inheritance, and What Family Really Owes

She hugged me for exactly three seconds, the kind of hug that’s more for the hugger than the hugged.

“I barely slept,” she announced, like she had just finished a marathon.

I looked at her mascara—perfect. Her nails—fresh. Her coat—expensive-looking without having a logo.

“I’m so glad I could get away,” she said. “It’s been… a lot.”

A lot. Like a weekend away. Like bad traffic.