Elly May Duke

Enos: I want to. I want to be there for you. . .and Lily.

Enos: Oh and I'm going with you. I'm calling in to tell Boss that i'll be late.

Enos: I still think you should take her to doc first thing. . .and check on her with that phychiatrist.

Jesse: Well come on kids. Let's go on to bed.

Enos: What you think her fever was from?

Enos: Well how is she now? Yeah. . . I really think you ought to take her to doc's first thing.

Enos: Why you two on the couch?

(Yeah. I'm going to go in a few minutes. Gonna go see what kinda trouble I can make. lol not realy) Enos: *gently wakes Daisy up*

(I'd go with a sandwich then) Daisy sighs and notices that the clock now says Eleven. She sits for about an hour thinking and then finally goes to sleep.

(lol. I've been making it by myself lately. . .see my grandma comes home between five and quater after and someties later. Once my mom called me and said they were bringing a chicken and so I made a box all by myself) Daisy: *strokes Lily's warm cheecks* Well get some sleep. *Starts singing The Little Girl kinda quiet* (I'll send you the lyrics. Real good song)

(wasn't talking about that, but good to know. Just asking cause I'm eatin macaroni and cheese right now) Daisy: *sighs as she is really sleepy now and looks down at Lily who is laying on the couch, a cold cloth on her forehead* Lily, want me to sing you something?

Daisy cleans up the floor and Lily's face. Then she sits down and sighs as she is sleepy and notices that Lily's forehead is burning. (Well. . .I'll tell you sometime. . .I have to remind myself of all that happend. lol) You eat lunch yet?

Lily: *nods and goes to do it. When she comes back she does it again, this time just on the floor* (Yeah. . .and as for me my head used to hurt a lot all the time and I threw up all the time. . .luckily I was only in preschool cause I did it at school too. Really, I am a walking medical book just from my experiences if you ever want to hear about them)

(oops. . .my doctor used to tell us that I could not have sugar at all) Lily: *nods* My head hurts real bad. (poor Daisy. First she can't sleep and now this)

Lily: Where I gonna sleep now? (Yeah. . .and on a blanket that my grandma crocheted for me. Luckily that was all. . .I think. I have very vivid pictures in my mind of times like this*

Lily: *swallows again trying to stop herself from crying, but then throws up all over her sheets* (yikes. . .I've done that a lot.)

Martha: Nothing. . .just that when you sing that I think of the crazy things you used to do.

Martha: Jesse. . .*shakes her head*

Lily: *nods trying to swallow the gunk trying to come up her throat*

Luke joins in too.

Lily: I had a dream about my dad. . .I can't do this. I really don't ever want to go to school either.

While she lays she suddenly hears crying from the next room.

Later they go to bed

Enos: Do you think Lily's going into the same thing? Maybe we ought to take her to Doc's tomorrow.

Enos: So can you please share what's on your mind? I just want to help you. What's this about Lily singing at Cooter's?