Just One More Step

Ellen will follow her sister anywhere

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She sat in a chair by the bed in the little room until the light leaked from the floor and frogs sawed the still air. There were preparations to be made.

The body was no longer warm. Gravity had forced the blood along new paths, leaving the lips and fingers white, while the waxy face retained a purple tinge. Ellen did not think it folly that…