Story 3 – Maurice and Joan

“Could you pass me the water, Maurice?” Joan’s voice was weak. “Of course I can.” Maurice concentrated and picked up the small cup of water, working hard to lift it from the bedside table and pass it to Joan with spilling any. It took a lot of work for him to manage it. She sippedContinue reading “Story 3 – Maurice and Joan”

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