Everday, Jeffrey knows how his mother's mood is faring just by hearing the sounds of her entering the house. At around six to seven, she arrives. If the door opens and closes with a quiet gasp, it has been a good day. No one bugged her at work. The commute was not too long. If it sounds like the door is battling the frame trying to shut itself, it probably has been a bad day. Someone at work might have over-burdened her with tasks. Maybe she had to sit next to a sweaty, stinky man for her one hour train ride. Maybe she spilled coffee on herself.
Jeffrey hears the door close with a thump. Then a set of keys clatters onto a table and a purse is hurled at a sofa. He comes into the room tentatively.
"Hi mom." He offers her a mug of steaming chocolate with marshmallows. "Want some?"
She sit down and takes a long sip.
"How was your day?" he asks.
"Better now," she says with a sigh.
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