I SNIFFLED AND reached for a tissue to blow my nose. Immediately, Violet was at my side.
“Are you too cold? Do you need another blanket,” she asked like I was nearly at death’s door.
“I have two blankets already. Sit down, and stop worrying. It’s just a little head cold.”
Violet frowned. After she’d shown up at the hospital yesterday and had nearly strangled me with her hugs, she’d appointed herself as my personal nursemaid. The nurses had to force her to leave when visiting hours were over, but she was back again first thing this morning to take me home when I was discharged.
“You nearly died,” she reminded me for the umpteenth time. “I think I have the right to be a little worried about you.”
Finch, who sat on the back of the couch next to my head, whistled in agreement.
“Sorry.
