She walked to bed from bed carring for the invalid the POX had come they all had it she would be abed herself before too long she cooled the fevered brow of little Charles Farthingsworth a poor and homeless Urchin he an Orphan found behind the motel trash downtown he was suffering now but getting better day by day they had hopes that he was leaving soon and then they closed the school. When they moved the Mercy Hospital they moved the boy as well he was healthy and let go to live a normal life one of the very few they asked him often how he thrived and this is what he told. SISTER MARY brought me gruel and fed me with a spoon to make me well. He still places flowers on the way to work a Doctor now at Mercy Hospital he has scars but does not tell. Everyday he lays them down on SISTER Mary's grave. The flowers never wilt but just sort of fade away as if someone is keeping them somewhere, the flowers fade.
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