Chapter 11: The marvel of good food

After the bath Edna had put ointment on the still-affected areas. It had a calming effect on her skin. Back in her bed she felt drowsy from the medication, her body just relaxed when her door opened and Steve walked in with a tray that he kept balanced on his arm.

“Here Ma, Mercia said I will make sure you eat your food.”

“Thanks honey. Who’s Mercia?”

“Patrick’s wife, you know, the man you met.” Steve replied knowingly.

“Yes, I remember him.” Reluctantly she pushed herself up and with the aid of Edna, who was still hovering around in the room, she managed to sit up straight.