part 6...
After gathering her things, Uncle Bob gingerly picked up Lindsay and walked her out to the waiting station wagon. Even though it was the law to buckle her up, he made an exception and placed her in the back seat. He reached in the back and grabbed some blankets that they keep in there just in case. Unfolding the blanket, he gingerly placed it over the small form of Lindsay.
The ride to their Bozeman home was on of the longest that they have ever experienced. Praying that Lindsay would get some shut eye, Aunt Debbie glanced in the back and saw that Lindsay was still sound asleep. She still couldn't believe it, her sister was dead. Her sister was one of the main reasons that her life was the way it is. And now she's gone.
She promised herself that she would take care of her niece and that was a promise.
It was still nighttime when they reached the house. Lindsay let out a small cry of protest as she was lifted out of the car. "It's okay, pumkin," Uncle Bob said, "It's all right, it's all right."
The kids were asleep when she they entered the house. Luckily the neighbor, Mrs. Andrews volunteered to come over and keep an eye on the kids.
Taking Lindsay to an extra bedroom, Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie placed her in the bed. She still had her PJ's on from the hospital.
They kept the door cracked open so if she called out, they would hear her.
They were sitting at the table, milking the cups of coffee that was in front of them. Debbie ran her hands through her hair and sighed. Bob got up from the table and came over and squeezed her shoulders.
"Bob, what are we going to do?", the look in her eyes, she's lost."
Can time really tell?
to be continued