She suddenly remembers that the lid is too tight for her to open and the bag in the trashcan is too heavy for her to take down the stairs. The thought of the slip that landed her in the ICU is still fresh in her mind. “My mind is still sharp,” she said to her family all week, as if trying to convince herself. Dorris tries her best to create as little waste as possible. Not because she is some New-Age Eco Environmental Nut. But simply because she doesn’t have the strength to carry it. She looks out her window and hears the voices, the footsteps and the life of her family. Even though they left yesterday.

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