She snarled at him. “Be nice, Mama.” Elliott stood. “I’ll take care of her, Mavis.” I’d seen her leave, but Elliott wasn’t used to the signs of her flipping personalities yet. Mama wasn’t there. “Carla,” I called, standing. Duke glared up at me, his nostrils flaring. Carla attended to Mama while we walked out. I’d gotten accustomed to not saying goodbye. Duke usually appeared when our visits were over. I’d hoped Althea would come to say goodbye, but Duke was the only one strong enough to push through the medication.
