Mrs. Wallington entered the kitchen, Oh dear, I've left the kettle on, as she turned off the stove top, while removing the Tea kettle from the hot burner. Shaking like a leaf, Gene reached into the cupboard, took out a brown paper lunch bag, as she stood there in deep thought?
Gene where are you, I can't sit here all day, "shouted Francis?"
I'm on my way dear, as she tore off some paper towel,and headed for the bedroom.What took so long, why are you sweating, "best you sit or lie down on the bed, "he suggested."
Francis had gotten up from the floor, and escorted Gene over to the bed.Taking the paper towels and brown paper lunch bag from Mrs. Wallington, You best get some rest.
Francis had knelt back down and picked up the finger and placed it into the paper bag, crumpling it closed.