A Small, Good Thing by

GROUP 1

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:19:25 UTC

Saturday afternoon she drove to the bakery in the shopping center. After looking through a loose-leaf binder with photographs of cakes taped onto the pages, she ordered chocolate, the child's favorite...

GROUP 2

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:19:56 UTC

On Monday morning, the birthday boy was walking to school with another boy. They were passing a bag of potato chips back and forth and the birthday boy was trying to find out what his friend intended to give him for his birthday that afternoon...

GROUP 3

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:20:41 UTC

Of course, the birthday party was canceled. The child was in the hospital with a mild concussion and suffering from shock. There'd been vomiting, and his lungs had taken in fluid which needed pumping our that afternoon. Now he simply seemed to be in a very deep sleep--but no coma, Dr. Francis had emphasized...

GROUP 4

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:21:15 UTC

Howard closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. He got out of the car and went up to the front door. The dog was barking inside the house. The telephone rang and rang while he unlocked the door and fumbled for the light switch. He shouldn't have left the hospital, he shouldn't have...

GROUP 5

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:21:55 UTC

"The doctor turned back the covers and listened to the boy's heart and lungs with his stethoscope. He pressed his fingers here and there on the abdomen. When he was finished, he went to the end of the bed and studied the chart. He noted the time, scribbled something on the chart, and then looked at Howard and Ann...

GROUP 6

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:24:12 UTC

The boy had opened his eyes, then closed them. He opened them again now. The eyes stared straight ahead for a minute, then moved slowly in his head until they rested on Howard and Ann, then traveled away again.

GROUP 7

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:25:57 UTC

Howard put the box down and brought coffee into the living room. Later, Ann made calls to relatives. After each call had been placed and the party had answered, Ann would blurt out a few words and cry for a minute. Then she would quietly explain, in a measured voice, what had happened and tell them about arrangements. Ann hung up the telephone after talking to her sister. She was looking up another number when the telephone rang. She picked it up on the first ring...

GROUP 8

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:27:05 UTC

They drove down to the shopping center. The sky was clear and stars were out. It was cold, and they ran the heater in the car. They parked in front of the bakery...

GROUP 9

gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-05 14:27:30 UTC

''Let me say how sorry I am," the baker said, putting his elbows on the table. "God alone knows how sorry. Listen to me. I'm just a baker. I don't claim to be anything else. Maybe once, maybe years ago, I was a different kind of human being. I've forgotten, I don't know for sure. But I'm not any longer, if I ever was...

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gulkahraman94 — 2024-03-30 08:39:17 UTC