Right Place, Wrong Time
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in this story, except Annette, and Dr. Taylor, the rest belong to the WB.
Rating: PG-13
"Ephram, are you going to be okay?" Andy asked as Ephram sat up in bed.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, it was just a dream." Andy knew Ephram was hurting inside, because he had never seen his son cry before, except one day on a mountain, but that was long before the hiking accident.
"Ephram, tell me the truth, what is going on with you?" Andy was very concerned.
"Dad," Ephram couldn't say anything about Annette, but he could tell his father about the other thing that kept bugging him, "Did you realize where mom was headed when she died?"
Andy sat thinking for a minute, then it hit him, "Ephram this isn't your fault, she was on her way to see you in a bad storm, the weather did it, not you."
"Yeah, but if I hadn't of had that recital that night, she would still be alive. But I did, and she's not." Ephram stared at a dartboard that was on his wall right in front of him, "Do you play darts much?"
"What?" Andy was surprised at the sudden change in subject.
"Do you play darts much?" Ephram repeated what was already once said.
"Ephram, I'm a doctor, I don't have much time for anything anymore." Andy smiled.
"Well do you want to play?" Ephram smiled back.
"I'm not that good."
"That's fine; it just means I can beat you." Ephram got out of bed and walked over to the board, taking the darts out one by one, "Here, you can go first." Ephram handed his father the darts.
"Promise you won't hate me if I hit your Dallas cowboy cheerleader bathing suit edition calendar?" Andy joked as he threw the first dart; he hit it right in the middle.
"Are you sure you haven't played before?" Ephram looked at the board, then at his dad.
"Beginners luck I guess." Andy stepped back a little, not much, since he didn't have too much space in his son's room. He threw the next dart. It hit the wall, not the board.
"I guess you were right." Ephram laughed as he looked at the second dart that had been thrown.
Andy threw the third one, and it hit in almost the same spot as the second, "This is pathetic."
"You're telling me?" Ephram was going to have holes all over his wall if his dad kept playing like this.
Sure enough, Andy wasn't that great at all. By the time it was Ephram's turn, Andy had a score of 100, and that was from the first dart thrown, no other darts even made it on the board. Ephram did just fine. He scored a 350.
"Well, that was fun." Andy looked at the clock, it was time for dinner. "So, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Dad, you're not cooking, I won't allow it." Ephram walked out of the room and down the stairs, where Nina and Delia were still sitting, "Hey, what do you want for supper?"
"Is dad cooking?" Delia didn't see her father behind Ephram.
"Nope, I am...I think." Ephram hadn't cooked much in his life, but when he did, it was with his mom, so he was always good at it.
"Whatever you feel like making." That's all Delia said, but Ephram knew she was worried about him, even if she didn't say anything implying it.
"Del, I can cook even if I don't feel good..." Ephram opened his big mouth too soon.
"Why don't you feel good, Ephram?" Andy stepped closer to his son.
"Um, I just have a little headache, I'll be fine." Ephram had to get the attention turned away from him, "Now Delia, she's the one that had a fever earlier, take care of her, not me." The second Andy walked over to Delia was the best second of Ephram's life. He didn't want his dad babying him just because of a little headache. Even if Ephram rarely, very rarely, got them.
"So I guess I'll cook chicken and broccoli." Ephram walked into the kitchen, away from the very small crowd in the living room.
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After dinner had to have been the most awkward moment for Ephram, because Amy had come over, just as the phone rang. Ephram answered the phone as Andy answered the door. The person on the phone was Annette.
"Listen Annette, I can't talk right now, my girlfriend is here, and by the look on her face, she wants to talk about something." Ephram was whispering into the phone.
"Oh, okay, that's fine..." Annette paused for a minute, "I just wanted to let you know it went well with my parents, and they want to spend a lot more time with me, so for the next few days our little 'meetings' are going to be canceled."
"That's great!" Ephram spoke louder than he meant to, "So, I guess I'll talk to you in a few days. Please don't lose contact with me, though. If you don't call in a few days, I'm coming over to your house." Ephram knew everything would be fine now; it just seemed that things were going perfectly, almost too perfectly, but he didn't care. Things were working out.
"I'll call you in three days, bye." Annette hung up, and so did Ephram.
"Hey Amy, how are you?" Ephram wanted no questions asked about the phone call.
"I'm fine, but we need to talk." Amy grabbed Ephram's arm and dragged him out the door, "I'm worried about you Ephram, and I really don't like how you're shutting me off from your life. We're supposed to help each other, but if you keep acting like this, I don't know how much longer 'we' will be." Amy put her hands up in the air and did the parenthesis finger thing. Ephram hated when she did that.
"Look Amy. I'm sorry you feel left out, but if you do, so does everyone else, because I don't tell them anything either. I've been trying to keep something secret now for quite some time, but I had to let it out tonight. I nearly broke down in my sleep a few minutes before dinner." Ephram knew he was worrying Amy even more, "Sit down, I guess I should tell you what happened."
Ephram explained his dream, and how much stress he had been under with school and everything, but he still didn't say anything about Annette, he didn't feel like he should anymore, since things were going just fine with her now, "That's why I've been acting strange, and now the hard pert is over, so I can get back to my normal life. I might run off to help someone every once in awhile, but if I do, please let me handle it by myself. If I feel like I should tell you, I will."
Amy started to nod slowly, "Okay, that's fine. Just tell me if you need to talk about anything...Ever"
"You've got it Grover." Ephram and Amy both smiled and walked back into the house, where it was nice and warm.
"Have you two worked everything out?" Nina asked as they walked into the living room.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Amy said, holding Ephram's hand.
"So what's going on in here?" Ephram looked at the coffee table, which had scrabble pieces all over the place, "A friendly game of scrabble, I see."
"Do you want to join us?" Delia looked at Amy hopefully.
"Of course we do!" Amy sat beside Delia, and Ephram sat in between Amy and Nina.
"Are you feeling better now, Ephram?" Andy looked at his son.
"Uh, yeah." Ephram lied, his head still hurt unbelievably, but he wasn't going to make Amy, or his father, worry even more. He looked down at his letter stand, "Um, I can't make a word out of this." He said with a laugh, "Unless, of course, you want to count ZICFLAD as being a word."
Amy leaned over to help Ephram, but he moved his letters so she couldn't see, "I'm just trying to help you out." Amy sat back up, knowing he wanted to play by himself, she wasn't offended, "Just put anything down there, but not ZICFLAD, it doesn't count."
"I know, Aims." Ephram looked as hard as he could, but only for a minute, because his head started to hurt even more when he did that. He saw a three letter word, but he never liked to use small words. But, since it was the ONLY thing he could see, he did it. "There," He said after placing the word 'lid' onto the board, "That's the only thing I saw. Three more letters, please."
"No promises you'll get anything better." Amy handed him the bag with letters, and she was right, nothing better came of it.
"Oh look! Now I have...ZOFCHAQ, I have a Q without a U, yeah, and I thought this game is going so great for me!" Ephram looked at Amy in despair, "Do you still want to help me?"
Amy scooted over to him, smiling at his innocence, "Let's see what we have here."
"Oh, look what you have!" Ephram flipped a few letters around on Amy's board to make the word KISS.
"Ephram!" Amy tapped Ephram on his head, which had an outcome she didn't expect. "Oh man." Ephram fell to the floor in sheer pain. He didn't think his head hurt that much, but apparently it did. He felt like crying, and he almost did. His eyes actually teared up.
Amy looked down at Ephram scrunched up in the floor, "I didn't hit you that hard, Ephram." It kind of made her feel bad to think she might have.
"I know you didn't, it's my head, not your hit." Ephram still lay on the floor, not daring to move, because he knew it would hurt.
"I thought you said you were feeling better?" Andy stood up, walked over to Ephram, and kneeled down beside him.
"I lied, dad. My head didn't hurt that bad when you asked me, but now it does. I thought it would go away." Ephram barely looked up at his dad.
"Come here, I'll get you some Tylenol." Andy helped Ephram off the floor and led him into the kitchen, "I need to check you out really fast, too." Andy whispered, taking Ephram by the arm, "You guys keep playing. Amy, play Ephram's turn, we shouldn't be gone that long."
Once they both reached the kitchen, Andy looked at his son, "Ephram, you can't keep these things from me. If you don't feel good, or your head hurts so much you nearly cry when your girlfriend taps you, you need to let me know!" Andy wasn't happy in any way.
"I know dad, I'm sorry, but I thought I could handle it." Ephram sat at the table and laid his head down, he couldn't look at the light, it hurt too much, "Oh man, why does it hurt so much?"
"You probably have a migraine because of all the stress you've put on yourself lately, once you take some Tylenol you'll be fine. But like I said, I need to check you out really fast, just to make sure." Andy left the room, and came back a minute later with his medicine bag, "Let's see here..."
"Dad, I'm fine. There is no need for that. Just give me some asprin and then I'm going back to the game." Ephram walked over to his dad, holding his head.
"Are you sure?" Andy looked up for a second, "Because if you start feeling bad at any point during scrabble..."
"I'll be sure to let you know, now my head is killing me, I really would like the Tylenol now." Ephram held out his hand and took the small pills. He got a glass from the cabinet, and water from the sink. In one quick gulp the pills were gone and Ephram's headache was soon to be.
"Okay, let's get back and see if we can do anything with ZOFCHAQ." Andy smiled and walked back into the living room with Ephram.
"Amy, did you find something to do with my word?" Ephram sat back down beside her.
"No, because you walked in right before I got the chance to." Amy smiled, pointing to his stand.
"Well then I'll just walk out again." Ephram pretended to get up, but quickly sat back down again, "Let's see what we can do here." He looked at the board, and one word in particular caught his eye. It was the word KISS, what he had put on Amy's stand a few minutes before, "That's cute. Where did you get it from?" Ephram smiled.
"A little piggy told me." Everyone looked at Amy, more than confused. But secretly Ephram knew what Amy meant. Ham was his nickname, as many of you know, so that was the 'little piggy' she was referring to.
"Okay, well can a little blue ball of fluff help me?" Ephram looked at Amy, and then at everyone else, they were all still very confused.
"Let's see." Amy sat close to Ephram for a minute, "Well, with the word already on the board..." Amy was more than puzzled; with all of the words on the board she should have been able to do something. And she could, she just couldn't decide what.
Finally she just put the word HAS on the board, she had played it off of her word, and you already know what that is.
"Oh thank you Aims; I have so many more points now. I appreciate it." Ephram was only kidding.
"Anytime." Amy sat back up and looked at her board.
The game went on like this for quite some time. Nobody thought Ephram would ever get a good stack of letters, but finally he did. He actually, in the end, wound up in third place; although, that is third out of five people. Andy was first, and Amy was second, but that was only because the little piggy kept helping the little blue ball of fluff.
"Okay, that's enough for me, I'm going to bed." Ephram stood up and stretched for a minute, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Amy?"
"Yeah, I'll have Bright come pick you up." Amy stood up and gave Ephram a quick kiss on the lips, and then walked out the door.
"Ephram, how is she getting home?" Nina stood up.
"I really don't know." Ephram ran to the door and opened it, "Amy!" He couldn't see her anywhere, "Amy, where are you?"
"I'm right here." She walked around some big bushes.
"Oh, I thought I had missed you...How are you getting home?" Ephram looked around for a car of any sort, but saw nothing.
"I'm walking." To Ephram, Amy was out of her mind. It was cold outside, and they both knew that.
"Why don't you wait a minute and my dad or Nina can take you." Amy stood there for a minute, and then walked back into the house, "There is no way I am going to let you walk home when it's that clod outside. I don't want you getting sick."
Amy smiled at Ephram's concern, just like his innocents, "I would have been fine, Ham." Amy sat back on the couch, "So, who am I waiting for?"
"I guess that would be me." Dr. Brown walked around the corner holding his keys and a jacket, "I'm taking you home. Nina needs to get back to her son." He smiled at Nina, who was already halfway out the door.
"I'll see you guys later!" She walked outside with everyone waving.
Andy and Amy walked out the door just a few minutes after Nina, leaving Ephram and Delia alone. Ephram went straight upstairs, but Delia stayed down. She said she was going to watch some TV.
"I am so tired." Ephram lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, but couldn't get to sleep. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't get the images of the night his mom died out of his head. But, finally, he decided he would just deal with it and go to sleep. He slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.
To Ephram this was a good thing, because he didn't want to keep having the dream he had earlier. And, besides that dream, all in all Ephram had had a good day.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in this story, except Annette, and Dr. Taylor, the rest belong to the WB.
Rating: PG-13
"Ephram, are you going to be okay?" Andy asked as Ephram sat up in bed.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, it was just a dream." Andy knew Ephram was hurting inside, because he had never seen his son cry before, except one day on a mountain, but that was long before the hiking accident.
"Ephram, tell me the truth, what is going on with you?" Andy was very concerned.
"Dad," Ephram couldn't say anything about Annette, but he could tell his father about the other thing that kept bugging him, "Did you realize where mom was headed when she died?"
Andy sat thinking for a minute, then it hit him, "Ephram this isn't your fault, she was on her way to see you in a bad storm, the weather did it, not you."
"Yeah, but if I hadn't of had that recital that night, she would still be alive. But I did, and she's not." Ephram stared at a dartboard that was on his wall right in front of him, "Do you play darts much?"
"What?" Andy was surprised at the sudden change in subject.
"Do you play darts much?" Ephram repeated what was already once said.
"Ephram, I'm a doctor, I don't have much time for anything anymore." Andy smiled.
"Well do you want to play?" Ephram smiled back.
"I'm not that good."
"That's fine; it just means I can beat you." Ephram got out of bed and walked over to the board, taking the darts out one by one, "Here, you can go first." Ephram handed his father the darts.
"Promise you won't hate me if I hit your Dallas cowboy cheerleader bathing suit edition calendar?" Andy joked as he threw the first dart; he hit it right in the middle.
"Are you sure you haven't played before?" Ephram looked at the board, then at his dad.
"Beginners luck I guess." Andy stepped back a little, not much, since he didn't have too much space in his son's room. He threw the next dart. It hit the wall, not the board.
"I guess you were right." Ephram laughed as he looked at the second dart that had been thrown.
Andy threw the third one, and it hit in almost the same spot as the second, "This is pathetic."
"You're telling me?" Ephram was going to have holes all over his wall if his dad kept playing like this.
Sure enough, Andy wasn't that great at all. By the time it was Ephram's turn, Andy had a score of 100, and that was from the first dart thrown, no other darts even made it on the board. Ephram did just fine. He scored a 350.
"Well, that was fun." Andy looked at the clock, it was time for dinner. "So, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Dad, you're not cooking, I won't allow it." Ephram walked out of the room and down the stairs, where Nina and Delia were still sitting, "Hey, what do you want for supper?"
"Is dad cooking?" Delia didn't see her father behind Ephram.
"Nope, I am...I think." Ephram hadn't cooked much in his life, but when he did, it was with his mom, so he was always good at it.
"Whatever you feel like making." That's all Delia said, but Ephram knew she was worried about him, even if she didn't say anything implying it.
"Del, I can cook even if I don't feel good..." Ephram opened his big mouth too soon.
"Why don't you feel good, Ephram?" Andy stepped closer to his son.
"Um, I just have a little headache, I'll be fine." Ephram had to get the attention turned away from him, "Now Delia, she's the one that had a fever earlier, take care of her, not me." The second Andy walked over to Delia was the best second of Ephram's life. He didn't want his dad babying him just because of a little headache. Even if Ephram rarely, very rarely, got them.
"So I guess I'll cook chicken and broccoli." Ephram walked into the kitchen, away from the very small crowd in the living room.
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After dinner had to have been the most awkward moment for Ephram, because Amy had come over, just as the phone rang. Ephram answered the phone as Andy answered the door. The person on the phone was Annette.
"Listen Annette, I can't talk right now, my girlfriend is here, and by the look on her face, she wants to talk about something." Ephram was whispering into the phone.
"Oh, okay, that's fine..." Annette paused for a minute, "I just wanted to let you know it went well with my parents, and they want to spend a lot more time with me, so for the next few days our little 'meetings' are going to be canceled."
"That's great!" Ephram spoke louder than he meant to, "So, I guess I'll talk to you in a few days. Please don't lose contact with me, though. If you don't call in a few days, I'm coming over to your house." Ephram knew everything would be fine now; it just seemed that things were going perfectly, almost too perfectly, but he didn't care. Things were working out.
"I'll call you in three days, bye." Annette hung up, and so did Ephram.
"Hey Amy, how are you?" Ephram wanted no questions asked about the phone call.
"I'm fine, but we need to talk." Amy grabbed Ephram's arm and dragged him out the door, "I'm worried about you Ephram, and I really don't like how you're shutting me off from your life. We're supposed to help each other, but if you keep acting like this, I don't know how much longer 'we' will be." Amy put her hands up in the air and did the parenthesis finger thing. Ephram hated when she did that.
"Look Amy. I'm sorry you feel left out, but if you do, so does everyone else, because I don't tell them anything either. I've been trying to keep something secret now for quite some time, but I had to let it out tonight. I nearly broke down in my sleep a few minutes before dinner." Ephram knew he was worrying Amy even more, "Sit down, I guess I should tell you what happened."
Ephram explained his dream, and how much stress he had been under with school and everything, but he still didn't say anything about Annette, he didn't feel like he should anymore, since things were going just fine with her now, "That's why I've been acting strange, and now the hard pert is over, so I can get back to my normal life. I might run off to help someone every once in awhile, but if I do, please let me handle it by myself. If I feel like I should tell you, I will."
Amy started to nod slowly, "Okay, that's fine. Just tell me if you need to talk about anything...Ever"
"You've got it Grover." Ephram and Amy both smiled and walked back into the house, where it was nice and warm.
"Have you two worked everything out?" Nina asked as they walked into the living room.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Amy said, holding Ephram's hand.
"So what's going on in here?" Ephram looked at the coffee table, which had scrabble pieces all over the place, "A friendly game of scrabble, I see."
"Do you want to join us?" Delia looked at Amy hopefully.
"Of course we do!" Amy sat beside Delia, and Ephram sat in between Amy and Nina.
"Are you feeling better now, Ephram?" Andy looked at his son.
"Uh, yeah." Ephram lied, his head still hurt unbelievably, but he wasn't going to make Amy, or his father, worry even more. He looked down at his letter stand, "Um, I can't make a word out of this." He said with a laugh, "Unless, of course, you want to count ZICFLAD as being a word."
Amy leaned over to help Ephram, but he moved his letters so she couldn't see, "I'm just trying to help you out." Amy sat back up, knowing he wanted to play by himself, she wasn't offended, "Just put anything down there, but not ZICFLAD, it doesn't count."
"I know, Aims." Ephram looked as hard as he could, but only for a minute, because his head started to hurt even more when he did that. He saw a three letter word, but he never liked to use small words. But, since it was the ONLY thing he could see, he did it. "There," He said after placing the word 'lid' onto the board, "That's the only thing I saw. Three more letters, please."
"No promises you'll get anything better." Amy handed him the bag with letters, and she was right, nothing better came of it.
"Oh look! Now I have...ZOFCHAQ, I have a Q without a U, yeah, and I thought this game is going so great for me!" Ephram looked at Amy in despair, "Do you still want to help me?"
Amy scooted over to him, smiling at his innocence, "Let's see what we have here."
"Oh, look what you have!" Ephram flipped a few letters around on Amy's board to make the word KISS.
"Ephram!" Amy tapped Ephram on his head, which had an outcome she didn't expect. "Oh man." Ephram fell to the floor in sheer pain. He didn't think his head hurt that much, but apparently it did. He felt like crying, and he almost did. His eyes actually teared up.
Amy looked down at Ephram scrunched up in the floor, "I didn't hit you that hard, Ephram." It kind of made her feel bad to think she might have.
"I know you didn't, it's my head, not your hit." Ephram still lay on the floor, not daring to move, because he knew it would hurt.
"I thought you said you were feeling better?" Andy stood up, walked over to Ephram, and kneeled down beside him.
"I lied, dad. My head didn't hurt that bad when you asked me, but now it does. I thought it would go away." Ephram barely looked up at his dad.
"Come here, I'll get you some Tylenol." Andy helped Ephram off the floor and led him into the kitchen, "I need to check you out really fast, too." Andy whispered, taking Ephram by the arm, "You guys keep playing. Amy, play Ephram's turn, we shouldn't be gone that long."
Once they both reached the kitchen, Andy looked at his son, "Ephram, you can't keep these things from me. If you don't feel good, or your head hurts so much you nearly cry when your girlfriend taps you, you need to let me know!" Andy wasn't happy in any way.
"I know dad, I'm sorry, but I thought I could handle it." Ephram sat at the table and laid his head down, he couldn't look at the light, it hurt too much, "Oh man, why does it hurt so much?"
"You probably have a migraine because of all the stress you've put on yourself lately, once you take some Tylenol you'll be fine. But like I said, I need to check you out really fast, just to make sure." Andy left the room, and came back a minute later with his medicine bag, "Let's see here..."
"Dad, I'm fine. There is no need for that. Just give me some asprin and then I'm going back to the game." Ephram walked over to his dad, holding his head.
"Are you sure?" Andy looked up for a second, "Because if you start feeling bad at any point during scrabble..."
"I'll be sure to let you know, now my head is killing me, I really would like the Tylenol now." Ephram held out his hand and took the small pills. He got a glass from the cabinet, and water from the sink. In one quick gulp the pills were gone and Ephram's headache was soon to be.
"Okay, let's get back and see if we can do anything with ZOFCHAQ." Andy smiled and walked back into the living room with Ephram.
"Amy, did you find something to do with my word?" Ephram sat back down beside her.
"No, because you walked in right before I got the chance to." Amy smiled, pointing to his stand.
"Well then I'll just walk out again." Ephram pretended to get up, but quickly sat back down again, "Let's see what we can do here." He looked at the board, and one word in particular caught his eye. It was the word KISS, what he had put on Amy's stand a few minutes before, "That's cute. Where did you get it from?" Ephram smiled.
"A little piggy told me." Everyone looked at Amy, more than confused. But secretly Ephram knew what Amy meant. Ham was his nickname, as many of you know, so that was the 'little piggy' she was referring to.
"Okay, well can a little blue ball of fluff help me?" Ephram looked at Amy, and then at everyone else, they were all still very confused.
"Let's see." Amy sat close to Ephram for a minute, "Well, with the word already on the board..." Amy was more than puzzled; with all of the words on the board she should have been able to do something. And she could, she just couldn't decide what.
Finally she just put the word HAS on the board, she had played it off of her word, and you already know what that is.
"Oh thank you Aims; I have so many more points now. I appreciate it." Ephram was only kidding.
"Anytime." Amy sat back up and looked at her board.
The game went on like this for quite some time. Nobody thought Ephram would ever get a good stack of letters, but finally he did. He actually, in the end, wound up in third place; although, that is third out of five people. Andy was first, and Amy was second, but that was only because the little piggy kept helping the little blue ball of fluff.
"Okay, that's enough for me, I'm going to bed." Ephram stood up and stretched for a minute, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Amy?"
"Yeah, I'll have Bright come pick you up." Amy stood up and gave Ephram a quick kiss on the lips, and then walked out the door.
"Ephram, how is she getting home?" Nina stood up.
"I really don't know." Ephram ran to the door and opened it, "Amy!" He couldn't see her anywhere, "Amy, where are you?"
"I'm right here." She walked around some big bushes.
"Oh, I thought I had missed you...How are you getting home?" Ephram looked around for a car of any sort, but saw nothing.
"I'm walking." To Ephram, Amy was out of her mind. It was cold outside, and they both knew that.
"Why don't you wait a minute and my dad or Nina can take you." Amy stood there for a minute, and then walked back into the house, "There is no way I am going to let you walk home when it's that clod outside. I don't want you getting sick."
Amy smiled at Ephram's concern, just like his innocents, "I would have been fine, Ham." Amy sat back on the couch, "So, who am I waiting for?"
"I guess that would be me." Dr. Brown walked around the corner holding his keys and a jacket, "I'm taking you home. Nina needs to get back to her son." He smiled at Nina, who was already halfway out the door.
"I'll see you guys later!" She walked outside with everyone waving.
Andy and Amy walked out the door just a few minutes after Nina, leaving Ephram and Delia alone. Ephram went straight upstairs, but Delia stayed down. She said she was going to watch some TV.
"I am so tired." Ephram lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, but couldn't get to sleep. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't get the images of the night his mom died out of his head. But, finally, he decided he would just deal with it and go to sleep. He slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.
To Ephram this was a good thing, because he didn't want to keep having the dream he had earlier. And, besides that dream, all in all Ephram had had a good day.