Trina“No, Amy. There’s no reason for you to come to Pittsburgh, at least not as far as he’s concerned. Sam seems fine. The first day or so was rough. He was very uncomfortable. But he seems to be doing much better. So he says. You know your brother; he’s not big on following directions, or asking for help. But I’m not seeing that he’s in any distress.” Trina sat down on their bed and tucked her legs under her. Sam and Willow were in the living room building a fort. It’d been six days since the hit.
Yesterday they played most of the day in the snow. Trina was glad for a warm day indoors. She still felt chilled to the bone. Even if she was sure they were tossing her throw pillows all over the living room, and she’d be finding teddy bear cookies hidden in the couch cushions for weeks.
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