She stopped talking, and I didn’t push her, giving her time to compose herself. Had she been close to her uncle?
Perhaps… she didn’t explicitly indicate it much, but she does seem affected by his death.
“By the time we heard the news, Mom and Dad were sick too, and Bryce was showing symptoms. It wasn’t a cold. It was more like the flu, but with what happened to my uncle, we didn’t want to take any chances.
Yikes, that sounds like a really unpleasant moment. Learning that your uncle died of his sickness mere days after the rest of the family got sick with something similar? Not fun.
None of them could keep anything down, sinus problems, pounding headaches, tired… we went to the doctors and they said it could be toxic mold exposure.
Eesh.
Leviathan, did you really have to make such a mess of things?
The moisture, always being cold and damp, and not having enough to eat, being in that basement, with the foundation possibly cracked or the mold disturbed by the vibrations and damage in the attack… Um.”
I guess I was wrong to describe the basement as one of the mythical drier places. In my defense, though, I had to for the joke.
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