Chapter 11 - Maeve’s room
Rebecca and Maeve received their room that first night.
Not because I personally handed them a key.
Miriam made sure the foundation administrator revalidated eligibility independently.
Important.
No favors.
Approved benefit.
Theo remained in hospital.
I visited him three days later only after Rebecca invited me.
No photographers.
No giant check.
Theo was nine.
Thin.
Funny.
He looked at my wheelchair.
“Maeve thought you were homeless.”
“I heard.”
“She does stuff like that.”
Maeve protested:
“You had old chair.”
Fair.
Theo asked:
“Can you really walk?”
“A little.”
“Cool.”
Children are uncomplicated about mobility.
Then Rebecca pulled me aside.
“I don’t want us becoming part of your publicity.”
“You won’t.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I.”
She looked skeptical.
Reasonable.
The Romanos had historically used charity as reputation repair.
I knew that.
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The Sofia Foundation had to become something different or it was only nicer theater.
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