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Show Things to Remember 138 9. Susan groped for David's deserted pillow and grabbed i t to hug. He had gone to the office already. "Get out of bed," a voice said. She moaned. "Get up. You must get up." "Too tired." Fatigue, like a huge steam iron, pressed her to her back. Her eyelids too. Pressed her against the wild animals on the sheets and pillows. It flattened her brow. It steamed down between her breasts, through the pelvic channel, sealed the vaginal seam. No l i f e . She couldn't move. Finely pressed. Ready for Sunday School except for best shoes. "You must get up and check Geoffrey. Remember, he's been sick." The clock said 7:45. Everybody was sleeping late except Dave. Susan turned over, patting her down comforter. The house was too quiet. Geoffrey should be pulling on her covers by now. "Get up mommy. I'm hungry." 8:00 a.m. "Wonder how Geoffrey's feeling," she thought. "I took him to the doctor yesterday. He had a bad cough. A cold. Little turkey wouldn't take his medicine last night. I had to force i t down him. 'You ornery k i d , ' I yelled at him as I closed the door good night." Susan turned over again. 8:30 a.m. Enough momentum gathered, one leg touched the floor. The rest followed. She was up. |