Feb 5, 2022
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The Presence at the Foot of the Bed
My mother had been dead almost 20 years…
It was the first day of our river cruise from Amsterdam to Budapest. Already I was a mess. I am not an easy-going traveler, because I always anticipate that something is going to go wrong. I suppose I inherited my high strung nature from my mother, who fretted about everything.
