more things, but Kate had stopped listening. She thought about reeling off her recent accomplishments: learning how to lift and lower her son out of his chair and into the bathtub without bruising herself; getting insurance to pay for a new electric wheelchair, on order, after a year-long battle; successfully teaching Liam to blow out at least one candle in preparation for his upcoming 10th-birthday cake at school. Everyone began to applaud. Kate hadn’t been listening. Liam hit the side of his chair with his good hand and made a loud sound. When the cheering stopped, he didn’t. Kate took his hand and smiled. Principal Chase spoke and there was more cheering. Throughout the meeting, Bonnie mentioned a PTA conference she’d attended in Sacramento. Kate tried to imagine herself in Sacramento, leaving Liam and Sterling at home with Adam, but couldn’t. She did, however, still dream about San Francisco. One of these weekends, I’ll go by myself, she thought. Adam will just have to handle the kids alone. Bonnie introduced the parliamentarian who recited the PTA bylaws with regard to ballot voting. Kate didn’t hear a word. She felt fear in every extremity: her fingers, toes, and the top of her head.
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