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My mother was old-fashioned in that way, a manвЂ™s woman. We grieved for them, but it was restful without them, without the performance and the competition that they inspired. We had both lost our men, hers to death, three years earlier-her third husband, Dickie, not my father, who was her first and had died long before-and mine to divorce, at about the same time. But she was naturally sociable, and longed for company-any company, even mine.

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She had friends who would shop for her, plus a cleaner and someone to keep the garden tidy-and these people were her friends, too, although she paid them. I couldnвЂ™t have been happy living away from her, worrying about how she was managing by herself, knowing that she must be lonely. And I was glad to be with her during that time when we were all locked down, month after month, because of the coronavirus. She had magical powers, I sometimes thought, of resilience and brightness. First of all, my mother wasnвЂ™t really suffering she was getting along pretty well for ninety-two. The truth was that every so often I just needed to be alone for a few minutes, not making any effort, or being filled up with anyone elseвЂ™s idea of what I was.ДonвЂ™t get me wrong. I went into the one upstairs that was free of any apparatus, closed the door, and sat on the toilet-seat lid, then pressed the flush so that she could hear it. And anyway I didnвЂ™t really need to use the bathroom. I couldnвЂ™t help feeling irrationally that if I used it IвЂ™d be contaminated with something: with suffering, with old age. There was a downstairs toilet, but it had a raised seat and a frame with armrests so that she could easily maneuver herself on and off after her hip replacement, and I was squeamish about it. I went upstairs in my motherвЂ™s house, telling her I was going to the bathroom.

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