Sheri's parents were with her now. Her dad holding her close, her hand bleeding . Sheri was exhausted; patched up and put to bed , they would talk about all of it tomorrow.....tomorrow.
When it came it was the beating of rain on her window that woke her. She lay listening to the patter of it. She drew herself to a sitting position and let her gaze wander about the room. The quilted comforter that grandma Hadass had made many, many years ago. The glass was gone and things were neat. Her parents had been busy and she had slept through it all.
(she did not go on the trip)