Tove violently snatched the inhaler from Mireya’s hand and threw it across the room.
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Chapter 25 / 27
Chapter 25 - MIREYA’S INHALER
At twenty-eight, Mireya still carried a rescue inhaler.
Rarely used.
Asthma improved with age but did not vanish completely.
One afternoon she left it at my house.
I saw the pouch on the kitchen counter.
For one irrational second my body reacted.
Protect.
Secure.
Call.
Then I laughed.
I texted:
You left inhaler.
She replied:
Keep it. I have backup.
Then:
Don’t hide it from me.
Dark humor.
I stared at the message.
Then laughed harder.
She called.
“Too soon?”
“Twenty-four years.”
“So no?”
“Apparently still funny.”
Good.
The object had become ordinary enough to joke about.
May you like
Not completely.
Enough.
