Sunday morning

Wilma had been in the hospital for nearly 48 hours. She was still wearing the clothes that she had arrived in. She had slept in a reclining chair next to the bed. Peter brought her a toothbrush.

The family had no idea what the situation was. The doctors had disappeared. The family had been told that Rosie had a cerebral arteriovenous malformation, an AVM. She might also have had a cerebrovascular accident, a CVA, a stroke, either before, during, or after the previous day's operation. Wilma recognised the symptoms because her mother had been ill and Wilma had helped her through it.


The drugs had made Rosie giddy. She fell down in the hallway at the ward. She couldn't see properly and her right side was funny. She was encouraged to use a wheelchair.

Peter took the troops down to the McDonalds in the foyer. Jessye shot off with the wheelchair and the children disappeared.

When the food was ready, they came back. Rosie stepped out of the wheelchair towards her Juniorburger and fell down again, grinning on the good side of her face.