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Show Inside Out, 98 Leslie finally looked up and saw me at the door. "Oh, Andli. You're home." She came out of Paul's room, pulling the door closed behind her. Her eyes were a little wild. "I don't know what to do for him," she said. "Tell me what makes him feel better." "Oh, he's fine," I said. "He just likes to veg for a while. He'll be jumping around in another day or two." "But he still has a fever!" she said. "That's OK," I said. "It usually lasts a few days." "I'm not sure that's normal," she said. "I think the fever is supposed to last only the first day." I blew my breath out. "Look," I said. "Jaycee and I have been taking care of him for four years, and I've seen him through lots of colds. He's fine. Kids get sick. It's part of being a kid." Leslie stared at me. "How can you be sure? I don't think you can assume, just because he's had little colds before, that this one-what if it's Swine Flu?" "For crying out loud!" I said. "It's just a cold! Get a grip! Quit fussing so much- can't you see you're just pestering him? I'm going to the library." I caught a glimpse of her face, which looked like I had just slapped it, before I turned away. What a total wuss she was. By the time I got to the library, my irritation at Leslie had spread to the whole world-except Denver, of course. I logged onto the internet and sent an e-mail to Joseph. From: Andli <Charcoalchic@vahoo.com> To: Joseph <desertsacieJoseph(g)vahoo.com> |