Chapter Forty-Four
Maggie Kelly stood by her sister’s hospital bed holding her sister’s hand. The antiseptic smells of hospitals had always made her queasy. Liz Wolthorp’s watery, gray-green eyes gazed back at her.
“How’re you feeling, dear?” said Maggie patting Liz’s hand affectionately.
“I’m feeling much better. Thank you, Maggie,” said Liz, her voice dry as a dusty room. She coughed. Maggie released Liz’s hand to retrieve the plastic cup off the bedside table. There was a bendable plastic drinking straw above the rim of the cup.
Liz sighed as she accepted the offered cup then positioned the cup so she could easily slip the straw between her lips. She slurped a deep draw of water.
“Ah,” she sighed releasing the straw and handing the cup back to Maggie. “That really hit the s
