Chapter Twenty-three
Aunt Belle was sitting on a chair at her bedside when EJ woke, the room dim. She must have slept for several hours.
“Hello, what time is it?” she asked.
“Past seven, I think. I brought you a sandwich and some tea.” Belle sat stiffly. “Are you feeling better?”
“Where’s Charlie?” EJ looked around the room.
“I asked her to give us some time together. I hope you don’t mind. She’s in the front parlor.” Belle picked up a delicate flowered cup, gently handing it to EJ.
“No, it’s fine.” EJ tried to drink using her weak right hand, spilling tea everywhere. Belle dabbed at the blanket with a handkerchief. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no problem. You’ll get stronger. Keep trying.” Belle looked EJ in the eye. “I think it’s time for you to get some answers. About me. I need to tell yo
