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Mom

Both kids came home sick from school Thursday. By Friday afternoon they were so sick she drove them to the hospital, but the ER was closed, swamped. She made them as comfortable as she could at home. The family doctor didn’t answer his phone. The kids died within minutes of each other late Saturday night. The coroner’s office didn’t answer their phone. She dressed the boys in their Sunday best, combed their hair, and laid them out in peaceful repose on their beds. Sunday morning they were up again, moaning and weakly pounding on the outside of her bathroom door.

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