Even when she was exhausted, she treated other people’s pain as if it were her own.
That’s why she noticed her.
The Woman with Trembling Hands
A Battle with a Spoon
At a corner table, away from the noise, sat a woman with impeccably styled white hair and a cream blouse. There was dignity in her posture — the kind that age had not managed to erode.
In front of her rested a plate of enchiladas she could not conquer.
Her hands trembled violently.
She tried to lift a bite. The salsa hovered mid-air, shaking just as much as her fingers.
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