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Show 316 scripture. He closed the book and got up and sat down at the table to add something to his instant-preparation book. He went into the bathroom to examine a small red pimple under his eye. He wandered back into the bedroom, stood before the window and looked out for a long time. He sat down on the wooden chair and propped his feet on the radiator. He cleaned an ear thoroughly with the end of his l i t t l e finger. He sighed. He got up and looked for a book to read that wasn't doctrine. Finally Sorenson spoke up. " I t ' s a shame to keep you tied down just because I'm sick." "Just beware" of tartar sauce from now on," Lorin said. Sorenson did not, however, go on from there, so after a while Lorin cleared his throat. "Would i t look terribly bad, do you think," he said, " i f I went and took a walk around the neighborhood or something, just to clear the pores, you know? Go for a l i t t l e drive, something like that? Cabin fever, ha ha." Sorenson looked unhappy. " I could even pick you up a new bottle of Kaopectate," Lorin added slyly. "You're making me feel like a burden," Sorenson said. "I just feel like doing something physical," Lorin said. "You don't need a nurse any more, so I'm just spinning my wheels." "We're not supposed to be out of each other's sight is the only thing," said Sorenson. "I know how you feel." "You should have seen me while you were in the hospital. I was watching you from the closet like a hawk." "Maybe we can go out again," Sorenson said. "I've rested long enough maybe." "I don't know," Lorin said, looking at him in alarm. "You look |