Heather
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“Look what I’ve got for you, my sweet,” Kathryn said, waking Heather. It was midmorning. Kathryn went to the window and opened the curtains. She placed a narrow planter tray in the windowsill. Three tiny green plants merrily reached out for the winter sun through the glass. Heather didn’t know what kind they were, maybe evergreen seedlings. They looked vaguely like pine trees.
“You seem cheery this morning,” Heather croaked out. “Where’s Kyle?”
“He’s downstairs. Breakfast is over, but Mrs. McDoogle has given us free rein in the kitchen to make you whatever you need.” Kathryn folded up the bag that had previously held the planter. “What do you think? Can you stomach a smoothie right now?”
Heather grimaced. She was so sick of smoothies. Sick. What an understatement. If she di
