“Thanksgiving Mom” by Colin Cohen
It suddenly occurred to Rudi that not only was she alone in a strange and empty city, but it was Thanksgiving . . .
It suddenly occurred to Rudi that not only was she alone in a strange and empty city, but it was Thanksgiving . . .
Some of her patients had parenting problems more than they had medical problems, but Dr. Simian didn’t say that out loud as she took Mrs. Monkey’s call . . .
We pulled into our parking space at 9:38am. Yes, we were technically eight minutes late. But I’d managed to dress and feed four hungry tiny people, wrestle them into car seats, and drive here. Eight minutes late was a win.