“We’ll have to check on her after dinner. My father said to never practice medicine on an empty stomach.” The doctor slid the book over to himself and began flipping through the pages; Dr. Goodall and Nurse Redheart leaned in close, oohing at the pictures. Twilight sighed. She really wanted to be right there with them, ogling the book . . . but she had other things to do. Regretfully, she walked back out of the room, the spring gone from her step.