Thursday, July 22nd, 1993 Laura is 9, Trina is 3 1/2
When I came home from work at noon I noticed Trina laboriously hauling a stepstool up the stairs. I didn't pay much attention to her at that moment but a few minutes later while I was stirring lunch Laura hollered that Trina was about to empty the contents of the medicine basket onto the floor. Steve stopped making papersack "Native American" costumes for the girls to wear in a neighborhood "Pioneer Day" parade and exchanged a look with me.
"She wants a band-aid," I said. "Will you get one for her, Laura?"
Later, when Trina needed some more bandaids she told me how to apply them.
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