How will I ever get through it all? she wondered. It was just her. There were no siblings to help, no other parent or auntie to come in and dig through everything. It felt insurmountable. But she had faced much worse.
If all went well, this final appointment of the day would be quick and routine...But the moment you have that thought on a Friday afternoon is when everything goes awry.
I’d seen those colorful curlicue wisps somewhere before. Maybe as far back as my childhood. Wallpaper? A notebook cover?