They pulled out of the drive way early this morning — backpacks, coats and lunch boxes - spread out from the living room to the kitchen. Markus left for school, and then texted me to come get him. “Sick.” He dropped the backpack and walked over to the couch. He reached for the remote and blanket. I handed him the remote and found one of the softest blankets. He watched one movie after another, as if he were making a marathon, until he soon tired of it and went to sleep in his bed. He slept while I folded laundry. By evening, the fever returned so after they ate at Chili's and had won the first hockey game, he climbed in bed, and turned on "Pirates", and slept while I missed Max's game then he did his homework in succession.
