Or even if she really wanted to.
“Yeah.”
“Can I…sit?” She motioned to the end of the bed.
“Of course.” Ellen sat up, propping pillows behind her back. She moved slowly, gingerly. Her hair was all flat from having dried by itself after the shower they’d made her have at the hospital the night before. Mom had told them about that. And about the pill Ellen had to take to make sure there was no kid. Shelley wanted to run.
Instead she sat. Stared. Didn’t know what to say. She was afraid she’d do something really stupid, like cry.
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