Chapter 2
Atlanta, GA
Philip
WE WENT TO STEVE’S room and found that the boys had devoured all the food. All three boys appeared to be totally worn out, so I said, “Jeff, why don’t you and Rob go back to your rooms and hit the sack? You look exhausted.”
They thanked us for the lunch and returned to their rooms as instructed. I could tell that Steve, too, was sinking rapidly, so I asked him if he needed another Tylenol, but he declined. I suggested that he should close his eyes and take a nap, and he willingly complied.
We sat in the room for a while until his steady breathing told us that he was sound asleep. Then I took the lunch cart and rolled it out into the hall and pulled the door part of the way closed. Then we went downstairs and talked to Gran while we waited for John and Joe
