by Janet Albaugh Who's Denilo?/Unsplash Either she was up early or still up. The pain throbbed all night. She went to the bathroom sink and washed her hands, dried them with a trousseau hand towel and bent toward the mirror. The blisters were worse, ugly and angry looking. Some were just appearing on her lower lip, a raised dot of red, others a few days old had a red ring around a blister of pus. Others swelled at the corners of her mouth, clustered free form, blooming a cela