![]() ![]() She takes her mug to her bedroom and nudges Shawn, who’s still asleep under her old dahlia-flowered duvet. She chooses the Ceylon, pours the hot water, and puts the containers back, one by one. Green tea with jasmine, green tea with lemon, raspberry leaf, garden mint, Moroccan mint, Ceylon, three tins of Assam, two of gunpowder, and chamomile with valerian. ![]() Samara opens a cabinet and a mountain of tea boxes and tins falls onto the counter. “I wish I could have been there with you,” she says. “And you were just-not there.” She’s not sure if he’s talking about then, or now. He could have died.” She crushes her mask into a tight ball. ![]() “That was ten years ago.” “He couldn’t breathe. Where were you?” “I was in the OR.” “Of course you were.” “If I had known Noah was hurt, I would have come straight away-” “You didn’t when he had croup.” She stares at him. “You didn’t answer-” “Noah was out in the backyard when this happened, wasn’t he-” “I must have called you ten times. “No-we need to stay out of their way.” “I tried to call you.” He rubs the stubble on his cheeks. “Okay.” “ Can you find out what’s happening?” She shakes her head. “Which doctor took him back?” “It was Henry. How did this happen?” But she doesn’t wait for him to answer. “His bone was… It was sticking out of-” He gestures to his own shoulder. He hurt his shoulder.” “It must have been bad if they’re taking him to the OR-” Mark looks like he might be sick. ![]() They just took him to the operating room-” “ Hurt how?” She tugs off her mask. ![]()
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