It was a sign that the toxin was wearing down their little bodies when nobody wanted to play cards that afternoon. Instead, they all remained in bed while Josie read to them from the one book they’d sacrificed for the sickroom. Meanwhile, Tim snuck off again for Sandy’s room, this time for a much-needed appointment with a washtub.
After what seemed like an eternity of reading, Josie lay Treasure Island aside. Ellis was asleep again already, for which Josie was thankful, as that seemed to indicate his condition hadn’t worsened. Sandy was quietly playing Cat’s Cradle with his little sister. The twins beckoned her over to their bed.
