The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

and not having to think about Linda’s next visit.

On Wednesday, my phone buzzed with a text from Mason:

“Mom’s helping with a small improvement. Don’t freak out.”

I stared at the message, feeling immediate dread. “Small improvement” in Linda’s vocabulary could mean anything from rearranging the furniture to… well, I didn’t want to imagine what else.

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