Of Roller Skates & Freight Trains
THE EGGS WERE COOKED to perfection Sunday morning, the ham succulent. There was even enough real butter to grace her toast. But instead of tempting her appetite, all it served was something for her to play with. Finally, she pushed the whole table away, leaned back upon her pillows. She hadn’t had a good night and was yet quite tired.
Saturday afternoon and early evening had seen more visitors in and out of Thomi’s room than previously. The rest of her several brothers and sisters briefly visited. Except Timothy. And her father. Nor had Halleigh come back later. Rikki had stayed till the third shift staff kicked her out when they came in. Not terribly pleased with either one of them, were they, for her having stayed long past visiting hours had ended.
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