Chapter 13
Clara cleared away the dishes from an early breakfast, tired, shocked at the news of yet more death in Clearwater, but pleased for Angel.
Angel was much better this morning, walking by herself, even eating. Not much, but enough to keep her from withering away.
Clara had done most of the talking between them, how are you feeling, how did you sleep, how do you like your eggs?
Angel was aware and responsive, but otherwise silent.
After breakfast they went to the living room, Clara taking her rocker with her third cup of coffee, Angel almost instinctively finding Grim’s usual place on the couch. Clara turned the television on to the early AM pre-news infomercials, turned it off again.
“Angel, dear, would you like anything?”
“No thanks.” She sat with her hands folded in her
