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“Some eggs?” she would say sweetly and shove a steaming plate right under his nose, making his stomach turn.

“A cup of coffee?” The cupboards slamming as she got down a porcelain mug, and the sugar spoon would tap, tap, tap even though he didn’t take cream or sugar and never had, and his mother “didn’t do caffeine, darling.”

“Have you checked up on the local news this morning?” The newspaper rustling in his face before she would shove it into his hands. It was always the financial or political sections, never the funnies. Everyone knew the funnies were the only part worth reading.

If those methods didn’t work to drive him either out of the kitchen or to the bottle of Tylenol, then the guilt tripping did.

“You look so tired, my baby,” she would croon. “People will wonder if you’re overworked.”

Never mind that he hadn’t been a baby in over three decades. Even when he had been a baby, God forbid he’d ever acted like one.

Will ran a hand down his face, feeling the scrape of his dark stubble. He was sure the network was going to make him shave, and if they didn’t, then his mother would. Eleanor preferred a clean-shaven face, and he’d long ago stopped caring enough to fight her on it. He should probably work on that.

“How’s Father today?” Will asked, reaching for the cup she slid in front of him.

“Your father is doing well,” Eleanor said. Her voice was firm, but her hand wavered as she touched the diamond pendant at the hollow of her throat. “Yesterday was a good day, and Mindy seemed very confident that today would be also.”