6. Sam thinks about his choices. A gap in the hotel curtains let in a beam of light, one that landed on Pill’s eyes but didn’t wake her. She was out cold, her blanket wrapped around her head and swirled at the neck. Thank God I had remembered the blanket. She would not go to sleep last night. She kept jumping between beds, her face getting redder, and nothing could settle her, even the Cartoon Network. She couldn’t stop chattering and moving. After midnight I forced her to lie down and I sat next to her on top of the covers so she was trapped, but she kept rambling about the dog in the accident. The cage was twisted and bent and had somehow pierced the dog’s leg, and after she had pulled the cage prongs out, there were these holes in the dog’s leg that started bleeding. She wanted to put bandaids on them, but the dog escaped before she could do that, and now she couldn’t stop worrying about it, the dog running off with those bleeding holes in her leg. “They would get plugge...
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