My best friend’s mother was the last thing I thought about when I went home. I rang and she answered. I asked him if his son, Tom, was home. She said I just missed him, since he left with a girl and they were going to the mall.
She said I didn’t need to leave because she just made a coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked twice again. She smiled and said without a second pay to help pay the bills, she had to work every hour offered to her.
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