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She saw Jeb Dewey rushing toward her He looked frantic

“Jeb What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jean She’s sick Can you help?”

“I’ll drive,” Elsa said, already running toward the truck

Elsa drove out to the old squatters’ caot out A wood and metal roof had been built over the bed Another roof extended out to the side, created a covered cooking area where the children now sat Jean lay on a mattress in the back of the truck

“Tell us what to do,” Jeb said

Elsa climbed up into the truck bed and knelt beside Jean “Hey, you”

“Elsa,” Jean said, her voice allassy, unfocused look “I told Jeb you’d be at relief today”

Elsa placed a hand on Jean’s forehead “You’re burning up” She yelled to Jeb: “Get me some water”

Moments later, Loreda handed Elsa a cup of ater “Here, Mom”

Elsa took the cup Cradling Jean’s neck, she helped her sip water “Come on, Jean, take a drink”

Jean tried to push her away

“Come on, Jean” Elsa forced the water down Jean’s throat

Jean looked up at her “It’s bad this time”

Elsa looked down at Jeb “You got any aspirin?”