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Helen was still drinking when she left the next morning, quick sips from a mug that said SAVE A MANATEE on one side and COW OF THE SEA on the other above a manatee face. Vivian helped her to the cab with her bags, shoving them into the backseat while Helen repeated last-minute reminders. Emergency phone numbers, spare keys, instructions for the mail. Vivian watched the taxi as it disappeared down the street. And then, as per usual, she was alone with what she had temporarily inherited.