With exams right around the corner, I decided to drop off an extra study guide for Joey. No one would be the wiser. Luckily, I found Rosie holding her own and at home rather than strapped to a hospital bed. Although she didn’t answer my knock on the door, she called for me to come inside. Her voice sounded strong and pleasant. "Hi, Rosie," I said. "It’s Samantha Stitsill. Sorry to bother you, but I thought Joey could use this extra study guide for his Social Studies final." "Come in, come in. How nice of you to bring it by. Joey went to Bradley’s house for a while after school so he won’t be right home today." Rosie smiled as she pulled herself upright on the family room sofa and clicked off the television. "How are you feeling?" I handed her the study sheet, then sat on the edge of the wing chair adjacent to the couch. I squirmed a little, since I was in her home under false pretenses. "Today is a good day," Rosie said. "I never have much energy, but as long as I don’t have pain, it’s a good day." Rosie’s direct gaze convinced me that she’d become a straight shooter.
