TIMMY

One day Maddy called me over and I was to the point I was bracing for nothing but bad news from her side of the fence.  But she sat me down with some tea, some odd blend she had gotten from a Naturopathic doctor she was seeing, and she pulled something up and onto the table. A package.  A present.

“Oh, I can’t . . . “ I said, horrified that this woman who was facing down death and leaving behind a small son and devoted husband was thinking of me.

“You can. You want to. It’s SO important to me.” She said.

It was clearly a book, wrapped in paper she had designed when she was healthy and trying to get her graphics business off the ground. I carefully removed the tape so as not to rip the paper.  It was a children’s bo...

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