"Mrs. Phillips died."
"I know."
The young woman in white sighed. "Family has been notified?"
"Of course. But no one has arrived."
"Still not. She's been here for two weeks."
"I wonder.."
"Wonder what?"
"If they even knew how much she liked this story."
Melinda smiled.
"The little prince, yea she told me too. Not exactly the average reading for a 42 year old woman."
"She loved it. She told me, that she would read it to her son every night, when he was a child."
"Then he should have been the one reading it to her.", Melinda answered low, but with a harshness that defied her kind eyes.
"It's okay, I didn't mind."
The woman in white hugged her friend, then handed her a chart.
"New patient. Mrs. Walker. End-stage breast-cancer. Could you?"
Terry nodded with a sigh, grabbed the chart and moved out of the nurses station.
"Of course."
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2013
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