After lunch at the Country Club, where I had to listen to a twenty minute conversation in French, we were home.Jen teared up a little when I pulled Steve's truck out of the shed I kept it in, but was smiling by the time we got the flowers loaded. There were twenty-five vases and I figured we'd just dump them at the nurse's station and leave. Wrong, wrong, wrong. There were also a bunch of stuffed toys and I wondered what that was about.Three nurses and Jan met us at the door, rushing out to help carry the flowers and animals in, giggling and talking a mile a minute. Jen pulled out the list the preacher had given her and started prioritizing.After the first stop, I was ready to go home. She was five years old, and she was dying. The nurse told us she liked horses, and Jen had a unicorn among the stuffed animals, so she got that out for her.There was no one in the room when we got there. Apparently, the parents were divorced because of the pressure of the situation and wouldn't be i
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