Barefoot, wearing Ox’s castoff shirt with the tear over the collarbone, purple shorts and buckets of sweat. I answered the door at Hazel Street. In came unexpected angel of mercy #2 with lemonade and iced tea – Ox! I answered the door again – unexpected angel of mercy #1 bearing chicken salad, fruit salad and cookies – my sister Polly!
Forget installing the window and painting the door, time
for lunch! Ox got the little table from Cat’s
balcony. We brought chairs inside to the dining room. The air from the bedroom
air conditioner, pulled by the living room fan cooled us. I hid my black
fingernails as I passed photos of Mike with grandchildren to Ox. Twenty minutes
later Polly and Ox were gone; I chiseled out the inside window stop
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