Scandal of the Season
“Even when she was awake, she did not appear to notice him sitting by her bed holding her hand. He made every deal he could think of with God just to allow her to live. He promised he would be a much better person. He wouldn’t drink to excess. He would even consider returning to church.
By morning, he was exhausted and she seemed no better. He touched her forehead and found no trace of fever. His mother slipped back into the room and put a hand on his good shoulder.
“How is she?”
“About the same. She wakes but doesn’t seem to realize where she is or that I am even here.”
“But she is still alive, Anthony.”
He nodded, afraid to voice his concerns that she still might not make it. He knew it could take a few days before the fever set in. And once it did, her chance of survival dropped considerably.
God, but he hated the Christmas season. This was just one more example of how bad things always seemed to happen to him in December.
“You need to rest. Go next door and sleep in my room.
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