Croup or whooping cough?
Last night while lounging around with Abe and Sara, we suddenly heard one of their little boys begin coughing and crying, clearly audible through the air vent in the ceiling. Abe knew instantly what was wrong by the sound. “That’s the croup,” he decided, a bit glumly, and stood with his wife to go attend to the children. It was past ten o’clock already and…

