“Mommy’s fine. She’s turning ninety-two soon, she went through a lot in her life, She’s entitled to forget things every now and then”
“We’re done here, right? Can I speak to you for just a few minutes?”
Dr. Perlman raised his eyebrows at Malky.
“Ma, I just need to ask Dr. Perlman something personal, I hope that’s okay,” Malky said. “Can you wait for me in the waiting room?”
Mommy nodded. Malky watched her walk out of the examining room, her gait slow but her bearing elegant as always. She took a deep breath and sat back down.
“I’m worried about my mother,” she said.
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