It was useless. For the ten-thousandth time, her brain refused to comprehend what she was reading. Jillie punched her shoulder. “Coffee?” She shook her head. “No. I’ll float out of here if I drink any more.” “How about some toast, then. You look a little peaked. Maybe you should eat something, instead of drinking all that coffee.” Kim knew she was probably right. But coffee was the only thing that seemed to get her up and going these days. For the first time in eight years, she was having difficulty dragging her butt out of bed and getting to school. Thank goodness for Jillie. She had managed to work miracles with her for the past month. But she figured Jillie wasn’t doing it out of any sense of loyalty. Jillie was fighting her own battle at the moment, and keep herself busy was her best defense. Kim had simply reduced herself to a mass of human, blubbering flesh. “Better get a move on, we’re going to be late again. You know how Len Harper loves to tattle to the front office whenever any of the faculty is late.”
