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October 3 1876I'm scared. Jonathan is getting suspicious. I must keep him away from hospital and here in Boston in general but how can I? I do not want to leave myself.I went to visit Marguerite today. She still coughs but the doctors are negligent. I struggled to contain myself. My sweet baby! Jonathan watched us together from outside the room, I felt like he was trying to bore a whole through my gut. He left a few minutes for which I was most relieved. I could finally embrace my child instead of politely inquiring the nurse. I have told hi...
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"Hello, nice to meet you."I suppress a laugh. No, if he knew whose hand he was shaking, he would not be happy to meet me.He winces as I shake the offered hand, probably the cold. He quickly embraces his warm cup of coffee, sipping it before turning back toward me. "So, what do you do?"I shrug. "Travel. I have some business to attend to here.""Nice. I'm a social worker for the family line."Oh I know. I know everything. Too bad for all the families that are on his waiting list. He's going to be leaving behind his own distraught family himself....
I sigh, a thin cloud hovering in front of my face before it vanishes.I've watched Jordan fall over his feet so many times today it's starting to rub. The urge to protect grows a little thin in the light of all the blunders my little brother manages to make. But it's not easy to protect with only hands you can see and feel anyway. I sigh again, my spectral form hovering a few inches above the hallway's floor, bubblegum and dirt lurking in dark corners where the janitor doesn't bother with.Jordan has managed to get through the doors of Harvill...
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