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JANICE KAY JOHNSON
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“It’s Willow. She isn’t feeling great.”
He nodded. “Cupboard to the right of the sink.”
There was an impressive array of medications and firstaid
products there, she discovered. Which made sense,
given how far the lodge was from doctors and hospitals.
“Thanks.” She took a couple of white pills and a
glass of water back upstairs.
Willow swallowed them gratefully. “I wish I didn’t get
cramps,” she mumbled, handing back the glass of water.
“It stinks, doesn’t it?” Fiona sat back down on the
bed. “Do you get heavy periods, too?”
The girl nodded unhappily.
“Seems to be hereditary. Your mom probably does,
too.”
“My mom’s dead.”
“Oh, no! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” The father had
signed the release, Fiona vaguely recalled. She didn’t
think she’d ever met him.
“It was a couple of years ago. She was in a car
accident.”
“Were you in the car with her?”
Head shake. “No, but my little brother was. He’s okay,
though. He just had a broken arm. And his collarbone, too.
Mom had on her seat belt and everything. But, um, this
car ran a red light. They said Mom didn’t have a chance.”
“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” Fiona gently squeezed
her shoulder.
Willow shrugged, mainly, it appeared, to hunch into
a tighter ball. “I really miss her.”
“I can only imagine. And it’s tough when you’re at
an age to need advice.”