Chapter 112
“Yes. All the time.” “And if you paid more attention they’d last twice as long.” With Hettie gone, she was his closest friend. Which wasn’t to say she didn’t drive him to distraction. “Huh,” he muttered, under his breath. “Well, what’s happening?” “Hush up,” she said, frowning. “Fevertell takes a minute or two to react.” A minute passed in toe-tapping impatience. “No fever,” she declared, twitched the leaf from his forehead and tossed it in a compost bin. Then she struck him on the knee with the hammer. “Ow!” he said as his leg kicked out without him asking. “That hurt!” Anxiously, he looked at her. “Was it supposed to?” “I just hit you with a hammer, Jones, what do you think?” He swallowed. “I think … Ursa, I think I’m losing my wits!” That made her grin. “If you had any to lose,
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