It was already past eleven o'clock, and Miss Watson couldn't feel sleepy at all. She was worried to death, not knowing how Wyatt Wright was doing in Wright Village, whether he had eaten well, or if he had been sleeping well.
An hour ago, Rae Bennett had called Miss Watson to say that Wyatt's fever had gone down. He was the type to swallow his own blood rather than spit it out. He wouldn't vent; he would just bear everything on his own.
Miss Watson was very anxious, wanting to make another call to ask, but it was too late, and she feared disturbing Wyatt and Rae Bennett's rest.
Wyatt still had to stay there for a while, and she planned to bring some delicious food over tomorrow, to find someone to install air conditioning, to take some daily necessities over, to help clean up again, and also to express gratitude to the Village Chief Lee's family by giving some gifts. She needed to prepare things for the soul returning day early too...
