Claire hadn’t said yes to me moving back in, but at least she let me visit and help out around the house.
Darleen was finally done with her treatment. She needed to rest at home before starting her last twenty-one-day cycle, so I arranged for Diana to stay with her and help out. The day Darleen was discharged, she looked like a whole new person. She was lively and alert, nothing like the exhausted shell she’d been when those fevers just wouldn’t let up.
“Mom, you look so much better,” I said, giving her a big smile. “A little time at home and you’ll be back to your old self.”
Darleen stretched her hands and rolled her shoulders, testing out her body. “I really do feel better. For so long I had these low fevers, sometimes they’d spike, and my bones just ached. I thought it was just a cold, or maybe it’s just what happens when you get older. I never imagined it was something else. I’m just glad you were here with me. I don’t know what would have happened otherwise.”
I squeezed her hand. “That’s why you have to tell me right away if you’re ever not feeling well again.”
When we got home, Diana was already there waiting. The whole place smelled amazing, like a real home-cooked dinner was ready for us.
“Go wash your hands and eat,” Diana called out from the kitchen. “I picked up fresh groceries this morning. Hope you like what I made.”
I glanced at the table, honestly impressed. “Diana, you’re an incredible cook. This all smells so good.”
She laughed, looking pleased. “Really? I’m glad you think so.”
After dinner, I took Diana aside to go over a few things. “If anything comes up, just call me. I’ll come right over. And if you need anything for the house, just let me know. I’ll pick it up for you. Thank you for being here and taking care of everything.”
Diana’s kids had all moved out of town, and her husband had passed away not long ago.

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