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Listen to the NightChapter 7
The next morning was some improvement for Mary and me, but Ma was still in a state of deep mourning. We practically had to force Ma to go to the kitchen for breakfast. Once there, she could only be persuaded to drink a cup of coffee and eat one biscuit. Mostly, she just sat at the table and stared into space. The rest of us were at a loss for what to do about Ma's descent into what I figured was a state of shock. Well, there were chores to be done that could not be put off, such as feeding...