In the bed next to Franklin was a man who was almost recognizable as human. His face had a large mass growing out of one side. It caused his eye to close. Sicily was barely able to stifle her gasp. He was sleeping but began to stir. His one working eyelid opened. ‘This man has a lavender eye! It’s beautiful,’ Sicily thought. He smiled crookedly because of the distortion of the soft-ball sized tissue on his face. Sicily had fallen in love with Quasimodo.
Dr. Cook got points for speaking to her patient and Sicily both in french. M. Poulet extended his hand and Sicily took it saying, “Heureux de vous rencontrer monsieur,” nearly three years of University French served her well. Mr. Poulet responded likewise.
“ C’est vrai? Mr. Chicken? Sicily restrained a laugh.