Concordia’s schedule after dinner kept her occupied for the rest of the evening. After an hour of grading student themes in the library, she decided to visit Sophia before attending the costume fitting.
“How is your patient?” she asked the nurse on duty.
The nurse grunted. “Restless and irritable, as most convalescents are. But your visit will help, I’m sure.”
Concordia found Sophia pacing, from window to bed. She was pleased to see that Sophia’s current bandage was much smaller than the one before.
“Concordia!” Sophia said in delight. She sat on the bed, and gestured toward a chair. “Can you stay?”
“I’m sorry, Sophie, not for long.” Concordia said with regret. Sophia’s face lost its animation. She’s not used to being idle, Concordia thought. The burden of secrecy was weighi
