CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The nurse assured me that I’d suffered only a mild concussion, but not quite mild enough to keep them from wanting to hold me for 24 hours. My mother must have given the go-ahead on that while I was out cold.
I silently berated myself for not replacing her name in my emergency contacts with Nick’s or anyone else’s. A few years had passed since we had even been in the same room. As always, Mother was dressed as if she were about to board the QE2 and have tea with the captain. I noted with mild astonishment that she had changed her hairstyle. She wore it a touch longer and closer to this century.
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