My eyes widened involuntarily at the image of my death in my mind, and Sabrina noted it. Close to hyperventilating once more, I took my list and got to work. Slow and precise as mother required, I mowed the lawn until not one blade was out of place. Cleaned the gutters, first with a hand for debris, then with a hose, then with a power washer. I found the power washer was actually better on the second step, but creativity was not desired in these tasks.
It was noon by the time the garden was weeded to my mother's exacting standards, even though she wasn't home. One of Sabrina's chores was to cook nutritious meals for us, with the word 'nutritious' defined by my mother. We were vegans, not by desire or preference, but by prerequisite for living in this house. Not a spare ounce of body fat w
