Illness

Max caught a fever, which lasted too many days. It was in the winter. Professor de Serres sent his assistant to pick up an illustration that Max had drawn. Three days later,TAB1 the professor arrived. It wasn’t the illustration that worried him. Max was happy. He thought, “Someone cares, so it would be better if I weren’t sick in bed.” Everything didn’t need to be spoken. Max hoped, from his life, that what would last wouldn’t be only bones.