Mr Evans
Nurse Gina Thorpe laid the ancient man’s balding head back on the pillow. “There you go, Mr. Evans. Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?” Mr.Evans smiled and nodded toward the fireplace. Gina went over and lit two votive candles. One before a small Ash statue of Wotan and Frigg and another before an Icon of Mother Mary. “Thank you, I promised Janet before she passed I’d light Mary’s for her every day. I haven’t missed a day in 25 years.” Gina patted his withered hand. “As...