For those who came in late, the short serial Dobie and Me begins here
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“How did it go?” Gautam asked me on the phone later in the evening.
I started crying. “Bad,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to come over?” he asked softly. But I knew his mother was not doing well and he had to be home. Also, I didn’t want my sons to see him right now. They were out, but I expected them back anytime.
“No,” I said hoarsely.