Afterage
“~ * ~ For one blinding moment Louise felt a hot, disorienting rush of terror, twisting her gut and making her body go weak. Then, as she felt Beau's warm little body curled against her, she finally remembered where she was and how she'd gotten there. She sat up, then groaned as the blankets fell away. How long had she slept? She felt draggy and . . . sick, as though she had the flu, or maybe a fever. Beau snuffled and tilted his head at her, then tottered on the edge of the rollaway bed and yip...ped to be put down. Louise had bedded down in the small office beside the confessionals on the east wall, and ten feet away she could see the vague, slightly lighter outline of the doorway that opened to the main hall of the church.
"Okay, boy," she croaked as she found a new pair of jeans by her shoes. Her tongue felt like her hands, thick and swollen, and the jolts from her fingers as she dressed and picked up Beau were much worse than her knee when she stood and cautiously worked her way to the door.MoreLess
"Okay, boy," she croaked as she found a new pair of jeans by her shoes. Her tongue felt like her hands, thick and swollen, and the jolts from her fingers as she dressed and picked up Beau were much worse than her knee when she stood and cautiously worked her way to the door.MoreLess
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