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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The concert passed, this time, without Frances finding it necessary to run down the aisle, just as he was walking to the stage, and lose his groceries over Wilbur Hobcoggin. This year, Wilbur had come prepared with a handmade cardboard labeled “barf shield”. He caught Frances’ eye as he waited in line to walk up to the stage. Frances giggled, his face red from laughing.

Things had become worse over the night. Frances came down with a high fever. OLeif woke up with a terrible headache and nausea and stayed home from work. Collette and Puck passed the day quietly together while OLeif snoozed. By the afternoon, things were looking up for everyone (including Rose), and Puck had learned how to pull himself up by his car seat on the living room until he was almost standing. Also about this time, OLeif was ready for some food.

“Would you get us some sandwiches from the Bread Company?” OLeif asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

By the time Collette had returned with the sandwiches, OLeif was still on his laptop and the Puck was sitting on the floor chewing on his keys.

“Oh, gross!”

“What, he can’t have those?”