Frantically we were running back and forth to remake and fill the Yorkshire Terrier in Pocket shirt it is in the first place but bowl with the cold solution and pressing every wash cloth we had all over my sister’s body and feeling the burning heat steaming off every part of her through the terry-cloth with no let up. At one point, we were about half way through with no sign of improvement and she looked at my mother and managed to say in this pathetically pain racked frail voice, “M-Mom, am I going to die?” (In fact she may even have said “Mommy” like a scared much younger kid. We’d both had MANY childhood illnesses, but that was the first time she expressed fear she was dying!).
Yorkshire Terrier in Pocket shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
Mom and I didn’t get much sleep that night. The next day we found out two of my sister’s friends were rushed to emergency by THEIR parents because they had severe food poisoning. Those two girls had their stomachs pumped. (We have no idea what food item all 3 of them ate, but doubtless my sis would have played dumb if she was questioned. You see my dad controlled everything we ate and we were seldom allowed to eat outside the Yorkshire Terrier in Pocket shirt it is in the first place but home and our mother’s meals so she probably ate something without permission.). That incident is etched in my memory yet I have no memory of my father during that incident. None at all.