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Show 313 the corners and under the beds, pressed Sorenson's brown suit for him, rummaged for all the dirty laundry he could find, towels, pillow cases, sheets, shirts, socks, temple garments, handkerchiefs, the bathmat, both tablecloths, all three dishtowels, the curtains from both windows, stuffed them all into three large canvas bags and set off to find a laundromat that would not be as crowded as their usual one always seemed to be, as he didn't want to leave his ailing companion alone longer than he had to. "What are you going to do when he's all well and out of bed?" Alice asked as they lay naked and goosefleshed on her bed in the pink bedroom that he found a little embarrassing. The washing machine churned in the kitchen and he could hear little ticks through the hum of the dryer from shirt buttons hitting against the glass. Her freckles continued down to her shoulders and then, except for a random constellation here and there, she was white. She was also thin. Her upper arms showed the dips and curves of tendon and muscle, lacking padding. Her breasts were small and widely separated, a washboard of ribs showing between them. Her pelvic bone stood out. Her knees had a larger circumference than the part of her thighs directly above them. "I don't know," he said. "I'm going to have to do some fast thinking." He had gotten lost again and was worried about the time. On Saturday the district president and his companion, Elder Holt, came over to see how Sorenson was getting along, and commended Lorin for being a good nurse. Lorin was, he couldn't help it, pleased. On Sunday Sorenson felt strong enough to go to church. Lorin sat with him on a back row and avoided eye contact with Alice, who sat several chairs away on the row ahead of them and kept glancing back at them behind Richard's head. In the foyer after Sunday school the Klines joined the crowd that gathered |
