Chapter 12
It had been 3 days since Winnie's dream, but as hard as she tried she
couldn't get it out of her head. It was driving her mad. Each
night Winnie dreamed more or less the same thing, each night her dreams
becoming crueler. Her dreams were taunting her. Winnie knew it was
beginning to show, but she didn't want her Tucks to know what she was feeling,
what she was going through. For even if they could have understood, she
didn't want them feeling guilty for her having drank from the spring. The
nightmares were slowly killing her, and Winnie didn't want to be dead when she
must still live.
Winnie couldn't hide the fact that her Tucks were noticing a change in her behavior, her moods. She guessed they saw her with this troubled expression on her face, and they all asked her what was wrong. At this Winnie turn to face them with a smile on her face and say nothing, "I was just thinking. Everything's fine." Then they would smile back and say okay. Oh, but Winnie wasn't fine, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep this charade up.