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Show -367- In fact, he didn't know where he was. Like waking from a bad dream In a strange place, he imagined for a moment he was in his own .house? had fallen asleep in his wife's recliner, and was coming down again with pneumonia. The soft shoulder his head rested upon, the full breast pressed against his arm, must be those of his wife. But what of the hard, jolting movement? His aching head cleared for an instant, he remembered, and he let out a little moan, more of mental anguish than of physical pain? He felt an arm tighten on his shoulder. "There? there, Professor." It was not the voice of his wife. He attempted to force sight through his blurred vision? It would not come. Sympathetic fingers brushed his brow as one strong arm held his body upright? He thought for a moment it must be the Black orderly at the hospital? who had lifted him? raised him up? carried him as if he were a child? "Hold on tight? honey?" she had said to> him as she wrapped his body around her thick waist? then had reached beyond him to make his bed? The body that held him now was large? but softer than the hospital orderly? The fingers on his brow were gentle? Perhaps If he had his glasses on - " His glasses? He shifted his body through the pain and tried to find his breast pocket with his fingers? "What is it? What do you want, Professor?" The soft breast shifted from his shoulder to his cheek? |
