anything was amiss. One thing about Crystal, she was
always anticipating potential trouble. The tragedy of
Sunshine was the best example I would ever have, I
thought. I wouldn't ignore her warnings again. I brought in the Tylenol and she gave Butterfly
two tablets.
"She isn't going to be all that hungry, but we'll
bring her juice and fluids to drink all morning," she
said. "For now, let's get to the restaurant. You go and
I'll follow. I want to make Butterfly as comfortable as
I can before I leave. I want to sponge her down and
see if I can help reduce her fever, too."
"Right, Doc," I said and Crystal smiled and
then looked very serious.
"This could be it, Brooke."
"I know, but Butterfly's health is the most important thing."
Patsy was curious about Butterfly, of course,
but when Crystal arrived, she did a good job of
making Butterfly's problems sound insignificant. "She's been fighting a cold for days. I told her
bed rest, lots of liquids and some hot oatmeal would
help," Crystal said as if she
had already acquired the
medical degree she dreamed of having.
Patsy nodded, looking from her to me and
Raven.
"It's very nice the way you girls look after each
other. It's almost as if you've been together for years
and years," she remarked. "You're more like sisters
than friends."
I nearly gave it away when she said that. I had
to look down quickly.