William was still there when she woke in the middle of the night with a fever. He stood up from the chair when he saw the look on her face and rushed to the bathroom to get cold water. Doris kicked off the blankets and rolled back and forth in her bed, dying to be relieved of the heat. Did she wake up in hell?
He pressed a cold cloth to her forehead and for a minute, she swore she was hallucinating it. It looked as if two William's were above her, dipping the cloth in water once she burned through the first one. He set down the bucket and pulled her hair back from her face-she couldn't even describe how good it felt to be free of her hair as he tied it to the top of her hair with a line of loose rope. Every strand was away from her hot skin, she almost had the thought to cut it all off ju
