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The women rushed forward and Lilly grasped his shoulders. She was relieved to see he was still breathing, but he didn’t wake at her shout. His apron was as filthy as the kitchen and there were dark shadows under his eyes. He looked ghostly pale and his hair was disheveled.
Lilly gave his shoulders a hearty shake, harder than she intended. His head flopped back and forth before his eyes fluttered open. “Mr. Baxter! Mr. Baxter, wake up!”
Baxter blinked up at them. “What? What’s going-” He leaned closer to them and squinted his eyes. “Lilly? Is that you?”
Lilly smiled down at him. “It’s me, Mr. Baxter, but are you okay? What happened?”
He bowed his head and cupped his forehead in one hand. His face scrunched up. “I. . .I don’t know. I was real tired, so I decided to take
