Umber (47.29 — Oleander’s Story)
September 4, 2012 § Leave a comment
I walked in. Mama said, “Ollie Belle, put your slippers on, you had a fever last night, and here you are fanning around.”
“Have you seen Silvertip, Mama?”
“He’s not feeling well this morning, either. We’re going to let him rest a bit.”
Something about the way she said it told me that he was worse than she let on.
“Can I see him?”
Mama and Miss Brigid exchanged glances.