"You’re thinking again, Elias," she said, not looking up from the carrots she was dicing.
Elias sat at the scarred oak table, a stack of bills and a tablet open before him. "It’s just different now, Mam. Everything moves so fast. I feel like I’m running a race where the finish line keeps moving." mature mam
"Stay for dinner," she commanded, though it sounded like a gift. "The world will still be spinning when you’re done, but the stew will be cold." "You’re thinking again, Elias," she said, not looking