It made little sense that Nina wouldn’t have chucked the bag straight into the dumpster’s cavernous depths, but I had to do something. Say something ,Divine Garbage ,It made little sense that Nina wouldn’t have chucked the bag straight into the dumpster’s cavernous depths, but I had to do something. Say something
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Panicked shrieking filled the air. He’s fallen again was my immediate reaction.
As I hastily made my way to my father-in-law’s room images of his last fall flashed before my eyes. How could it have happened again?! Just a few short weeks ago he’d been so badly injured people had said he was lucky to be alive. It seemed a miracle he wasn’t left paralyzed — how many broken necks leave a spinal cord intact? Crossing the hallway I uttered a fervent prayer that this time should not be any worse.
I found Grandpa on his feet. Waiting for me with accusing eyes. And yet even as I allowed myself to breathe I didn’t know what to make of his wild gesticulations. “Where is it?” he cried. “Where?”
“Where is what?” I followed his right arm as he brought it up over his chest his fist clenched tightly in despair.
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