“Do you have any glucose?” I asked. I’d heard that glucose and sports drinks were good for dehydration.
“No, I don’t have any glucose!” she screamed. “It wasn’t my idea to go on this crazy journey! I had no idea what I was getting myself into!”
I was familiar with this—the mood swings, the accusations. It was like hearing my mother talk in Dori’s voice, overwhelmed by everything. I couldn’t expect her to make decisions.
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