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Show Fair Forever . . . , ,60 anyone should ever call. . . on your telephone, I mean . . . would you try to be the one to answer. Only while I'm staying here, of course.' She paused, considered her next words. 'If it's a stranger and they ask for me . . . tell them I'm not here. Act like you don't know who I am. Can you do that?' . 7 should say you aren 't here ?' I confirmed. 'Yes. And pretend you don't know who I am.' Her eyes held mine. Who would call?' I asked, puzzled. She stood and looked out my catwalk door. 7 don't know-anyone-no one. I just want to be left alone for a few days, that's all.' What about your mom?" - 'Oh, she won't call,' Amanda said quickly. Then she cleared her throat and tried to explain. 'She won't need to talk to me, will she? Not for a few days.' She smiled weakly, but she seemed uncomfortable, nervous. When I told her I would try to do what she wanted, she relaxed, like a heavy weight had been lifted from her back. She sat again in the wheelchair and rolled to my bed. 'I can show you some tricks,' she said. '1pushed wheelchairs around the hospital.' And without waiting for my answer, she ordered me to get dressed, left the room, and closed the door. I wasn 't even breathing hard when I finished. When I said I was ready, she : entered and straightened my bed covers. She tucked in the sheets and folded my pajamas. She asked me to wait on the bed while she rolled the wheelchair down the steps. |
