“Is that… Paula?” she asked, striding closer.
My mom smiled slowly.
“Hi, Kylie.”
Kylie rushed over and knelt on the passenger side. “What happened to you? Your leg — oh my God.
You’re in a cast!”
My mom tried to sit up. “It’s alright. I slipped a few days ago.”
Dennis stepped between them.
“It’s not what it looks like. She insisted on cleaning up for you herself. I told her not to.”
Kylie didn’t even blink.
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