Deanna woke up to a few taps on the door. It was Susan, who had come to check on the boy. Startled, she looked at the time: it was nearly nine o'clock.
"Susan, come in... Jonathan is still sleeping."
"I am sorry to bother you, Deanna, but yesterday Mom told me the boy was not well, so I came to see him."
"Not at all, come in. Ethan and Naomi must have already gone to school, I overslept."
"Yes, they have gone. Daniel has too."
He preferred to let her sleep. Surely the night she spent caring for Jonathan must have been a restless one. When he returned home, he would have that pending conversation with her.
Jonathan was already better. The fever had subsided, and now he was resting peacefully. Susan approached the bed as Deanna got up. So, she had looked after the little
