Chapter 5Josh slid the metal chair, as cold and hard as usual, to the head of the bed, which stood upright at an angle today. He reached for the covered cup on the bedside table and handed it to his uncle, more alert than usual.
The old man lifted the drink with both hands. Grape juice dribbled down his chin. Purple spots bloomed on his nightshirt. He paused to speak. “Keep looking.”
Glad to get up from that chair, Josh grabbed a towel from the shelf and spread it over his uncle’s chest and shoulders. “I can’t find it. Are you sure it’s in the house?”
“Yes.” A drop of purple fell between the words. “In my room.”
“I looked everywhere.” He sat back down in the uncomfortable chair and wiggled to find a soft spot. There was none. “There’s nowhere else.”
“Look where I put it,” the old man
