She would jog past my house every morning, usually around 7, ever since we moved in, so as that was when Carl would be watching his cartoon and I had a chance to smoke, we saw each other most mornings.
She clearly looked down on me, and my habit. But what business of hers was it? I loved my son with all my heart, but with his difficulties it took up so much time, I needed something.
Then I met her in the support group and felt bad.
Then found out she could afford live in help and felt better.