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Show 5-9 look at him. Again, I felt like I had been hit, only more gently this time. I kept looking at him. "We don't get many visitors. Most of us." He glanced at the book, open in front of us. "Have you been here long?" I asked. He nodded. "Ten months." "Is my father your doctor?" He nodded again. "He's awful busy. Other of the guys are in worse shape than me. Believe it, can you?" He laughed, a short, sharp bark. And then he coughed. I looked at him anxiously because the cough seemed to hurt him. He brought his muffled hands up to his face but could not cup them around his mouth. "I'm ok. Show me the book some more." "All right, Andrew. Here is the Amazon River." I traced the green line with my finger. When my father found us, we had looked through half the book. "Hello, Andrew." Father stood in front of us, blocking out the sun. Andrew stood hurriedly and I had to catch the book to keep it from falling. "I see Annie found you. Teaching him geography, Miss?" I slid the book into the bag and also stood up. "It's time to go home. Are you ready?" "Yes, Father." I turned to Andrew, who stood, his hands held a bit in front of him. "Could I come see you again, Andrew?" Andrew looked at my father. "Is it all right, doctor?" "Sure, Annie needs something to occupy her this summer. Be good for both of you." |