Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
My hands were shaking.
I gripped the edge of the table to steady them.
Linda set the bear on the bed.
She took a small plastic brush out of her purse.
“Sit down, Hannah,” Linda said.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
The plastic mattress cover crinkled loudly under the thin cotton sheet.
Linda stood behind me and started brushing my hair.
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