ed in the middle of the night, a loud crash that woke the whole ho
s and tools, had buckled. Everything had come crashing down right on top of the corner wherpiece of metal. "Well, I guess that' s o
le, an almost sorrowful look on his face, but he didn't say anything. The porcelain offering bowl was in pieces. The woo
ater, my un
ran his own construction business. He wasn' t a reckless pe
te on a clear, dry night. His truck went straight off a curve in the road and hit a
ently, as if he was trying to avoid something right in front of him. But the road was empty. The trucker also said that just before the crash, he
as a wreck. He couldn
he kept saying to me, his voice hollow. "He drove
It was a tragedy, a horrible, senseless
ole body. By morning, I was burning up with a fever of 104. Mom gave me medicine, but it didn' t
s talking, but not to them.
thrashing in the sweat-soaked sheets.
nothing. No infection, no virus, nothing physically wrong with me. But the fever wouldn' t break. I was wasting away i
itting by my bed, her face pale with exhaustion and fear. Dad
ring teeth and delirious eyes,
her voice trembling but firm. "The docto
one. "What are yo
aze unwavering. "Someone told me about a woman, out past the
looked from his desperate wife to his dying son. He was a man who believ
, the word a surrende