She enjoys her coffee before the chaos. Soon it’s “Mom, I’m late for school! Mom, breakfast! Honey, my tie!” She’s a juggler, a whirling dervish,
until
the old tape recorder turns off. The voices stop.
Ben’s passed on. The kids are away at college.
A solitary breakfast awaits her.
***
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