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Levi
When I returned to the hospital room with what I hoped was a decent cup of cappuccino for Dani and a strong, black coffee for Meg, the two of them had their heads bent together speaking in hushed tones over Harper’s bed. They immediately silenced, when they heard me enter the room, giving me the distinct impression that they’d been talking about me––although they probably hadn’t been.
After I handed them the steaming cups, they each blew on the hot beverage before taking a sip. Dani had a foam moustache on her lip when she weighed in with her verdict. “Not bad.”
I tried not to smile, but had to look away.
Meg glanced at her best friend and said, “It’s hard to take you seriously with that caterpillar on your lip.”
As Dani wiped it away, she glared in my direction. Sounding out
