An hour later Spencer took out the baked macaroni. He found a jar of apple sauce in the refrigerator and took that out, setting it on the table. He hoped the girls could eat, his own stomach growled as the scent from the baking casserole taunted him for several minutes. He set the table for three and poured three waters before checking on his patients.
Sarah sat up in the bedroom playing quietly with her puppy. Spencer thought she looked unsure of what she could or couldn’t do in her new environment.