“How are you feeling?” She asked me.
I nodded and answered truthfully, “Better but still kind of blah.”
“Do you think you can handle a sandwich? If not I can make you some soup.”
I nodded again, “I think I can do a sandwich.”
She had made us both Oatnut bread and baloney sandwiches cut into four triangles and we got to share a bowel of some crazy pretzel-cracker things that were really good. They were sort of sweet on one side and salty on the other. Joey had grape soda to drink from a sealed straw cup while I had more of that orange tasting stuff Beth had given me after I woke up.