Chapter 56 Aunt Charlotte, My Mommy’s Crippled
- Old Mr. Quille had been sleeping soundly, but the racket outside yanked him awake. With no choice, he grabbed his cane and headed out.
- In the living room, Arthur was getting the details. He’d already called the family doctor to examine Belinda.
- Belinda sat hollow-eyed in the wheelchair, her tiny pale face streaked with dried tears. She looked so pitiful it hurt to see.