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Show 317 pretty green to me. I'd hate for you to pass out on somebody's doorstep." "Yes, but I hate keeping you cooped up like this." Sorenson stood up and groped for his shirt, which he had thrown onto the foot of the bed when he had lain down. "Good Lord, don't make yourself sick on my account. I ' l l stay, I ' ll stay." " I guess i t ' s not such a good idea after a l l , " said Sorenson. He sank back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Lorin bustled around the bed, fluffed Sorenson's pillow. He went into the bathroom and brought back a glass of water. "Here we go, old chum. Down the hatch." Sorenson drank a couple of sips, took his glasses off and laid them on the table next to the bed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. "I've got a headache l i ke you wouldn't believe, Elder," he said. "And I'm afraid to take aspirin for fear I ' l l barf everything. Go ahead and go out. I just want to l i e here." "I can't do that," Lorin said. "Just leave you here when you're this sick. Are you sure?" " I ' l l be all right," Sorenson mumbled. "Just l ie here. Not move." " I won't be gone long. You sure now?" Sorenson had flung an arm over his eyes. He nodded. "Well, i f you're sure," Lorin said. He stopped at a f i l l i n g station with an outside phone and called her. She sounded depressed. " I t ' s all right," she said. "I know you had a hard time getting away. But I've been s i t t i ng around the house a l l day afraid to leave because the phone would ring when I wasn't there. You didn't even ask me yesterday i f i t would be convenient or anything." |