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“Mom, do doctors help people when their brains get sick?”
I kept buttering toast.
“They can help with a lot of things,” I said.
She looked at me for a long moment.
“Do people know when it’s happening to them?”
The knife in my hand paused against the bread.
“Sometimes,” I said. “Why?”
She shrugged and reached for her juice.
“No reason.”
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