"Scully had stopped looking at the newspaper. She avoided going to stores, not that she felt much like shopping anyway. Even the grocery store was dangerous. The aisles were loaded with flowers and candy and exhortations to Remember Mom on Her Special Day.

It wasn't a special day for Scully. She'd been a mother for less than a year, and her own mother wanted nothing to do with her.

Maybe she could live on cereal and take out food until after Mother's Day.

It's just another day, she told herself. It means nothing. If I could just stop thinking about it."



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