As the story was nearing its end, finally there came the sound of Audrey's deep breathing, because she was sleeping so soundly, there was even a bit of a snoring noise. Gem Atkinson and Forsythia Brown exchanged a glance and smiled together.
"Sleep," Gem Atkinson said.
Forsythia Brown placed the storybook on the nightstand and said, "Let me see your arm, she must have left blood marks from gripping it so tightly."
"It's fine."
Audrey had a habit of grabbing onto things in her sleep, if it was a Barbie doll, she would be clutching that. If it was Winnie the Pooh, then it would be Winnie the Pooh. But if it was Gem Atkinson, then it was naturally Gem Atkinson's arm that would suffer.
Still, Forsythia Brown pulled over the man's arm that Audrey had gripped, and sure enough, there was a red mark on it.
This little creature was rather relentless, always pinching the same spot without considering changing the position.
"Gem Atkinson..."
