Your stuffed bulldog tinkles, his green and br red bow repeats colours of your flowers – br a high-fashion magazine in hand; you are br already eating, we may bring sweet treats br you said immediately, condensed milk and br cookies, then fell asleep br br Overjoyed I report finishing my document br before coming to see you, the pastor there br too, prayed for your health, reaffirmed our br faith –we cannot do anything now except br wait and pray you regain your strength, I br pasted stickers of fishes on your glory box br br You asked me whether Nico was fine and br I truthfully replied he was sleeping, which br he is, with the angels; do not worry about br anything, just smile at me again…br br Margaret Alicebr br