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Chapter 11: The marvel of good food
After the bath Edna had put ointment on the still-affected areas. It had a calming effect on her skin. Back in her bed she felt drowsy from the medication, her body just relaxed when her door opened and Steve walked in with a tray that he kept balanced on his arm. “Here Ma, Mercia said I will make sure you eat your food." “Thanks honey. Who's Mercia?" “Patrick's wife, you know, the man you met." Steve replied knowingly. “Yes, I remember him." Reluctantly she pushed herself up and with the aid of Edna, who was still hovering around in the room, she managed to sit up straight. He placed the tray on her lap and she watched in marvel at the plate set before her. The smells from the serving dish made her forget about the pain and even the new person that followed Steve into the room; eag
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