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Show £¥0 I was turning to my stomach, carefully, and looked at her in surprise. Whether with mumps or pneumonia the nurses had always done the inserting. "I don't know how," I said. "It's not hard. I'll be back right away." "But I don't know if I can." I favored my rib considerably. "Try." "But . . . " "Oh criminy, help yourself, will you?" I xxk preferred RSSKES soft concern, she feeling my brow to see if any fever had returned and reaching for the (mouth) thermometer. She was solicitous of my rib, of me. I was coughing up green globs, my lungs clearing,.starting to gain weight, but I clung to chicken soup and sympathy. No doubt I wanted to stay an invalid. I didn't know then that if the shark stops swimming, he drowns; "* ™& th*t if the #4MK horse lies down aV€fe*/\»iwt«« too long, he will never get A up. Colts can lie beautifully out flat for a snooze before they grow too/heavy, and horses after the harness or saddle is removed love to get down and take a roll, then get up, frent feet first, then the back ones, then a good shake. But they sleep standing tp; like the shark, they Apa* keep moving. Cows get up ass end first, bovine as they are. And lie down contentedly, chewing their cuds. As my strength and health returned I remembered how in summer before a rain came, how the horses would gallop across the meadow for the sheer joy of it, kicking and farting. I got up. Exercised daily, my strength came back, my back stopped aching, kaXc though I remained too aware of my rib. I traded mx*, her room back for the daybed in the livingroom. I kept my clothes in the small livingroom closet intended for coats, moved Amelia's bureau into the diningroom. We had privacy, 1^4 in her room, then getting up and leaving for work before I awakened, leaving the whole place to me. Now that I could take care of myself she often remained downtown to see a play or have dinner with John Tobin. When I got |