A Supportive Tea

Deb rolled her wheelchair to the front door, calling out to whoever had knocked that she was on her way. ‘Sharon?’ she asked as she swung it open. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘It’s our day today,’ Sharon smiled, stepping into the house as Deb rolled back to make room. ‘Tuesdays.’ ‘Tuesday,’ Deb nodded. ‘Could’ve …

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