Kennedy’s back was to Deven as she journeyed into the kitchen. “I was thinking we could go see Mom.”

If Deven hadn’t been sitting, the suggestion would have knocked her ass over. Kennedy and their mom hadn’t been close in years, and it seemed like anytime Deven brought her up, her sister would change the subject or get agitated with the dialogue. Not that Deven didn’t understand this little grudge and maybe she was partially to blame. But Kennedy trying to make amends was as bizarre as the dream she’d just woken up from.

Deven waited, half-expecting her sister to burst out laughing while yelling sike like she often did when they were little. Her stoic face reinforced her sincerity which shocked Deven even more. But whatever the reason for this little change of heart, however slight, Deven wasn’t going to question it. It just made her happy to know Kennedy was capable of forgiving.

“Hey Deven,” Betty, the front desk attendant, greeted. “Good to see you again.”

Deven smiled and, as customary, signed in on the iPad. “You too, Ms. Betty. How has everything been?”

“Oh, you know I can’t complain.” Betty flicked a curious gaze to Deven’s companion and angled her head to peer over a set of oval-framed glasses. “Kennedy, baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even recognize you. It’s been so long, chile. How have you been?”

Kennedy grimaced, and it was clear she didn’t know how best to acknowledge the greeting and petty insult. “I’ve been good,” she responded.

Betty’s smile bloomed. “That’s so good to hear. Your mom will be happy to see you. Both of you,” she added, accepting the IDs they held across the desk. “Today is a good day. One of the best she’s had in a while.”

Deven was relieved. Not that it should discourage Kennedy from returning, but she knew her mother’s condition was fragile and required some patience. If a ‘good day’ could make the visit a more pleasant one, Deven was just going to count her blessings.

“Yes, I’ve been busy working,” Kennedy lied through a bright smile. “How has it been around here?”

Betty chuckled, causing her body to tremble with the boisterous gesture. “What can I say. Sitting around with a bunch of us old folks definitely keeps the days entertaining.” She handed them each their visitor badge. “I believe the residents are milling about right now,” she said. “Your mom may be in the activity room.”

Deven thanked her and led the way down the hall, past a gym, theater, and then an oversized dining area where nurses were already prepping the tables with plates and silverware. Looks like they were just in time for lunch. Some kind of chicken entrée, judging by the savory aroma coming from the kitchen.