“Aye?” I was so startled, I nearly dropped the kettle
“I’ve been ordered to show you about.”
This time it was my jaw that nearly dropped to the floor. It was Ned Owens, still as pudgy as ever, though now dressed in the full regalia of a drummer boy. His nose wrinkled in disdain at the smell of sickness and smoke permeating the hospital hut.
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