uncomfortably quiet dinner, for which Leah did not join them, Iris gave in to her concern and went upstairs to check on her sister. She was halfway down the hall when she heard the weeping, muffled at first.
âLeah?â Iris knocked on her door. âAre you all right?â
After a heavy pause, there was movement on the other side of the door.
âJust taking a nap,â she replied hoarsely.
Iris pressed her forehead against the door. âYouâve been napping all day. Come down and eat something.â
When there was no reply, Iris tried the door handle. It was locked.
âCan I come in?â
âNo!â Leah answered firmly. Then, âWait.â
Iris heard the scrape of furniture. Finally, the lock clicked and Leah filled the doorway.
âWhat are you doing up here?â Iris asked. âThe dayâs over.â
The shades were drawn, casting the room in shadows. Iris took in Leahâs swollen eyes.
âYouâre crying?â
âNo, just tired.â She did not move aside to let Iris in.
It was then Iris saw the pill bottles, a cluster of orange plastic, on the bedside table behind her.
âWhat is all that?â
Leah followed Irisâs gaze and quickly stepped back, blocking her view of the nightstand.
âTheyâre Stephenâs. He has allergies. And trouble sleeping sometimes.â Before Iris could ask anything else, she turned away, tugged open the table drawer, and swept the bottles into its depths.
âWell, Mom has a plate for you in the fridge,â Iris said, her eyes fixed on the drawer.
âIâm not hungry,â Leah whispered, shutting the door between them.
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Downstairs Iris found Millie reclining on the couch with a book. She plucked the book from Millieâs hands, standing over her. âIs she sick?â
Millie rose up, her jaw flexed. âWhat are you talking about?â Then, âWhy would you say such a thing?â
âMom, sheâs practically running her own damn pharmacy up there. Did you know that?â
âWatch your language,â Millie said, as if any of that mattered. Her mother glanced out at the kitchen, where Bill was now puttering around, looking for dinner leftovers. She lowered her voice. âYour sister has trouble sleeping. Itâs no big deal.â
âThen whyâd she say it was for Stephen? Come on, Mom. There are enough bottles on her nightstand to put an elephant under.â
Millie shook her head. âIris. Leah is under a lot of stress right now. And Stephen just left.â
âAt least heâs coming back.â She tossed the book on the couch.
âIris, I didnât mean . . .â
Iris spun around to face her mother. âThings are not exactly easy for me right now, either.â
Millie stood. âIris. I donât know exactly what is going on with you, but Iâm sorry.â
Her words caught Iris off guard. There was no tender gesture, no hug, but it was at least an acknowledgment. And that was more than sheâd gotten in the past.
âAnd just the same, there are some things you donât understand around here,â Millie added quietly.
âMeaning what?â
Millie wagged her head, as if shaking the thought away. Having said too much already, she turned for the stairs. âIâll try to get her to eat something.â
âMom. Iâm sorry.â She threw up her hands and sat on the couch. âMake me understand. Tell me whatâs going on with Leah.â
But Millie was already halfway up the stairs. âShe just needs our patience, Iris. Itâs nothing to worry about.â
âMom.â
But Millie did not answer.
Iris watched her move away from her. For sixty-five, her mother maintainted a lean and strong physique, equal to her zest. Unlike other women her age, Millie wasnât fading into the recesses of a floral couch or
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