I've Got a Lot of Pain, I'm Not in Much Pain

Anne, Susan and Slina were on their way back from a trip to Op abbey. Anne had been ill with an illness that kept her in bed for two hours. The three women couldn't move as they stood before slena who looked at them pleadingly. 'I just want to lie down and think about abbie,' she told the group of friends. Abbie died almost every day nearly when the kid said he didn't like hearing his name spoken so many times.