"How did you find her last night?"


"She seems to be getting worse."

"I know."

"She could barely make it from the car into the house. She was out of breath."

"Remember way back, when I worked for the Mon Sheong home -- you and Mom hated it when I talked about work because the thought of old age depressed you?"


"I really thought that by working there, I'd be better prepared when the time came for those close to me..."

"It's not the same, is it..."

"No, it is not."


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