“Sorry I’m late. Ben was throwing up all night and he wouldn’t let Carrie touch him. I hated to leave him this morning, but at least his temperature was finally below one hundred.” “Flu?” “That’s my guess.” “Poor little guy.” “His lungs still work fine.” Geri straightened her suit jacket and gaze...
Why don’t you lay down for a bit,” Alex said. “They’re not swollen that much. They were worse yesterday from sitting in the car,” Purity said. “There’s a gazebo down by the orchard,” Courtney said. “We could all head down there. You could put your feet up and rest for a bit while the rest of us l...