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A woman from the kitchen called out, “We all missed it.”
The older woman looked over then, saw me, and her whole face changed.
“It’s you,” she said, smiling widely. “I’m so glad you came. Come here.”
One of the neighbors took the pizza from me and pressed $20 into my hand.
I stepped closer to her chair. Up close, she looked stronger, but not magically fixed.
“But you’re back home now.”
She looked stronger.
“And county services come twice a week now,” said the guy by the heater.
The man who’d apologized gave a short nod. “We’re making sure she eats. And keeps the place warm.”