Dear Diary,
Jimmy is home from the hospital. I spent all afternoon at his house today, Mrs. Morris said I could, and we played board games and he showed me some really neat math tricks to help me do fractions in my head, and we talked about a whole bunch of things. Jimmy is really smart.
He’s very thin, and he wears a hat all the time because he’s lost most of his hair, and he has something taped to his arm that attaches to a long tube so medicine can go into him from a bottle that hangs on a tall pole. I asked him if it hurts, and he said no.
He has a special bed now, one with wheels and cranks and handles that make the mattress bend in the middle so he can sit up in it. Mr. Morris set it up in the hobby room. I think that’s so nobody has to go up and down stairs every time Jimmy needs something. Plus I think he likes being able to see all of his airplanes hanging from the ceiling whenever he wants to.
Mrs. Morris feeds Thomas in the hobby room, too, and the litter box is there in a corner. Thomas likes to climb on the bed, and Jimmy says they sleep together every night. I’m really glad.
I just have Veronica now. Jesse went to live with Emily yesterday.
Mrs. Morris says I can come back again tomorrow.