Today's OneWord: Thermometer
"Uh-oh."
"What?" Josephine asked. She had gone very white, like a vampire had bitten her and sucked the blood out of her face. When she didn't get an immediate answer, her voice got louder and higher. "What, Freddy? What?"
Frederick was looking at the thermometer in his hand. The one that he had just drawn out of his son Theodore's mouth. Theodore, shivering and sickly in his bed. Looking so small under the covers.
"It's not good," Frederick said.
"What?" Josephine asked. She had gone very white, like a vampire had bitten her and sucked the blood out of her face. When she didn't get an immediate answer, her voice got louder and higher. "What, Freddy? What?"
Frederick was looking at the thermometer in his hand. The one that he had just drawn out of his son Theodore's mouth. Theodore, shivering and sickly in his bed. Looking so small under the covers.
"It's not good," Frederick said.
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