Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise

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Granny waited until their footsteps had died away and took off her headscarf.
"Damn thing," she said. "Esk, go and listen at the door." She removed the towel from Simon's head and felt his temperature.
"It was very good of you to come," said Esk. "And you so busy with your work, and everything."
"Mmmph." Granny pursed her lips. She pulled up Simon's eyelids and sought his pulse. She laid an ear on his xylophone chest and listened to his heart. She sat for some time quite motionless, probing around inside his head.
She frowned.
"Is he "What do you mean?"
"Listen to the child," said Granny. "You'd think I taught her nothing. I mean his mind's Wandering. He's gone Out of his Head."
She looked at Simon's body with something verging on admiration.all right?" said Esk anxiously. Granny looked at the stone walls. "Drat this place," she said. "It's no place for sick people." "Yes, but is he all right?" "What?" Granny was startled out of her thoughts. "Oh. Yes. Probably. Wherever he is." Esk stared at her, and then at Simon's body. Granny, simply. "Quite surprisin', really," she added. "I never yet met a wizard who could Borrow."