When they left, Evie came out from the kitchen, where she’d been boiling water in case there was to be a second pot of tea.
“You’re going to do it, Mama?” Evie asked. “Isn’t it a bit dangerous?”
“I may as well be of use if I am to stay here,” Mama said. “It’s only dangerous if you aren’t careful. Besides, can you imagine what it must be like to be ill and have no family to look out for you? To feel as though you’ve been abandoned?”
Evie didn’t say anything, so I guess she can’t imagine it.
That means tomorrow will be an even longer, more boring day. Mama will be gone and there’s no school and Flossie can’t come over and I can’t even play with Gretchen.
I miss Papa. He should be here.
I miss Henry.
I wish they were both here.
I wish the flu would just go back to where it came from.
