C102 To See Her Son

She almost fell over, and when I let go of her, she stood in the doorway, gasping for breath, blinking, a little.

I looked at her, quietly, without anger or sympathy, and there was no need for any of this. She was not her sister, she was much more sensible, so sensible that it was hard for me to judge what she was doing.

Placing my hand in my pocket