Wednesday's Child
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Gillian looked into the bowl with an expression approaching horror on her skeletal face. I looked at the soup spoon that sat on the table before her and reached over and took it. I gave her instead the teaspoon that had come with my coffee. She looked up at me and tears welled in her eyes and dribbled silently down her cheeks. There was no pretence to hide behind, no bravado any more. I patted her gently on the hand. Slowly. One spoonful at a time. Little sips.
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