She did little beyond crying and sleeping, barely eating, and crying herself to sleep. But the next day she knew she had to get up. She had to get dressed - completely - and return to the ritual that had become her life. Pulling weeds, beating rugs, sweeping floors, milking the goat, and seeing to the needs of her patient. While once she might have found a simple pleasure in completing each task, now they brought her no joy. J.D. had ruined them all for her. Memories of him helping her pull weeds filled her thoughts. How he'd tried to milk the goat for her once, and ended up wearing more of the milk than what he managed to get into the pail. Memories of him reading aloud from the Bible to Mother Agnes, of how tender he was with the old woman... he'd left, but he'd neglected to take his spirit with him. Instead it remained here, everywhere, haunting her throughout her day.She had already resolved that she would stay with Mother Agnes until the inevitable end, but now she considered what to do beyond that.
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