I shook my head.
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, I mean I physically can’t do this.”
“The meeting?”
I looked at our reflections in the mirror.
Mine wore concealer badly and had slept four hours.
Nora’s looked prepared to fight an insurance company.
“Any of it.”
She waited.
“I told Molly I’d call tomorrow.”
Nora’s face softened.
“I know.”
“I didn’t even know what she wanted.”
“Free food, apparently.”
A laugh broke through the crying.
Nora took that as permission and hugged me.
I stood stiffly for half a second before giving up and holding on.
“She probably wanted tacos,” I said against her shoulder.
“Probably.”
“There was a place near her apartment that did two-for-one on Tuesdays.”
“Then definitely tacos.”
“I missed my sister’s final offer of discounted tacos because twelve people couldn’t agree on the emotional implications of the word movement.”
Nora rubbed one hand between my shoulders.
“You didn’t know it was the last time.”
“I know.”
“You thought you had tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“Everybody does.”
That was not comforting.
