Chapter 7

Emily came by again the next afternoon.

She came alone, without Michael, without David, and without the kids.

She carried a large bag filled with two new outfits, some fruit, and a bottle of shampoo. "Here, Mom. These should hold you over for now."

I said, "Why'd you buy all this? It's not like I'm living on the streets."

"I know you're not living on the streets." She set the bag down and sat on the edge of the bed. "But you can't keep wearing that old floral blouse. It's practically see-through from all the washing."

I didn't say anything.