“Lizzie still in deep sleep this morning?” Jac called out to Amanda in the front room as she crouched to gather bathing supplies from under the sink in the bathroom.
She’d made sure to arrive early at the Kallson house, knowing that, sick with this never-ending flu virus, Amanda wouldn’t have had the energy to give her daughter a sponge bath. Bedsores were a problem with those who were bed-bound, and the last thing they needed was Lizzie getting those on top of whatever else it was she had.
The doctors thought it might be a new type of Sleeping Beauty syndrome, one that affected adults, but none of them could agree on the causes or even treatment. The poor girl had been poked and prodded so much, Jac was glad she was asleep and couldn’t remember it.
At least, she didn’t think Lizzie wou
