A handful of lavender was being pummelled in a mortar. Annie passed me a small muslin bag. She filled it with the ground lavender and tied the top.
"Tom, smell this. "
Tom's breath was ragged. When he started smelling the lavender, his breathing calmed down.
"Keep it under your pillow. "
He nodded.
"Thanks Opal."
She hugged him before picking him up and laying him down on the bed.
"Rest for now and we'll talk during the sharing circle. OK?"
"OK. See you later Opal."
It was hard to look at him with that haunted look on his face. Most of the kids had this look.
"Come on Annie, let's prepare for the harvest dinner."
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