“You can’t…fix…everything.”
“I’ve got to try.” Cassie let out a sob, not caring who saw her as weak. “I can’t let you die.”
“You’re going to…have to…let me…go.” She closed her eyes.
“No! Don’t you dare go to sleep.” Cassie pressed harder, helpless, unable to mend this terrible thing.
“Thanks…for the…perfume, duck. Best…present of…my life.”
Tears blinded Cassie, and she let them fall, knowing, in her heart of hearts, that no ambulance would save her new friend.
Doreen Prince was gone.
To be continued in The Barrington Patch 4
The Old Mystic