“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” My mom is wringing her hands looking at me.

“Mom,” I protest. “I’m fine.”

“I’ll bring some of that sore throat tea when I come tomorrow. And cough drops. And some better tissues. The ones here are like Styrofoam.” She’s talking more to herself than me as she tries to make a list in her phone. “These darn gloves!” she mutters. She digs around in her purse and pulls out a pen and a crumpled-up receipt.

She’s writing and doesn’t see Kelsey suiting up in the hallway.

Kelsey has a doctor with her again, and she hands the phone to the doctor. I can see she’s gesturing to the doctor that she wants her to take a picture. The doctor gives the phone back without taking a picture, and Kelsey pouts her lip.

My mom looks up from her list and out into the hallway. “Who’s that? Oliver’s sister?”

“That’d be creepy,” I say before I can stop myself.

“Huh?”

“It’s not his sister.”

“Oh. Cousin?”

“Still creepy.”

My mom looks at me, and I rub my head. “Remember when I said it was complicated?” I whisper.

She raises an eyebrow, and Kelsey walks through to Oliver’s side of the room.

“Oliver! Our hashtag is still trending!” Kelsey says.

Oliver’s mom has just been talking about Mrs. Thompson again, and I hear the shock in her voice at being interrupted. “Well, hello. You must be Kelsey.”

“That’s me,” she says.

Everyone is quiet, then everyone starts talking at once. “Kelsey, this is my mom, Patty.”

“I’m Oliver’s mom, Patty.”

“I came down to visit Oliver and take care of him.”

Everyone is quiet again, then Oliver’s mom asks, “How do you know each other? You have classes together?”

“Yeah, from school. We’ve had history class together for a while.”

“Math!” I hear Oliver squeak.

My mom looks at me again, eyebrow still raised.

I wave my hand, try to make her stop listening. “Want to watch TV? I think Seinfeld is on now.”

But she’s still listening to Oliver telling Kelsey which classes they’ve had together over the years.

“Mom,” I say.

“Hmm, what?” she says.

“TV?”

“How haven’t I met you yet after you’ve had so many classes with my Oliver?” Oliver’s mom asks.

“We didn’t really talk much until recently,” Kelsey says.

My mom looks at me, whispers, “I don’t like this girl.”

“Mom, shush!” I hiss.

But Kelsey is oblivious as usual, and she’s telling Patty how annoying her flight was.

Patty doesn’t seem to care and adds the requisite “hmm” here and there.

Then, suddenly, Oliver says, “Flora’s fever came back,” and everyone stops talking.