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Show CHAPTER EIGHT Hot sun streaming across the bed, the sheets clinging to me, my hair sticking to my neck. I lay with my eyes closed, trying to wake fully, unable to find myself in place or time. The bed felt different, the light hit my face wrong. Where was I? I remembered; everything from the night before rushed into my still sleepy mind. I opened my eyes quickly. Yes, I was at Ruth's. I covered my eyes with my arm and lay still a moment longer. My loneliness of the night before returned, less sharply now for I could hope to see Mother or Father today. Maybe I could even go home. Someone would need to look after Fidelio and the cats. I could take the trolley and be there in a half hour. I pushed back the damp sheets and sat up, pulling my hair up on my head to let my neck cool. This house seemed so much hotter than ours. No trees surrounding it to shade and cool. The heat made me think of Andrew, sitting in the sun, waiting for me. I began to dress. Ruth was in the backyard reading when I came down. "How are you, Annie?" she asked. "Sleep well?" I nodded. "It will be fun to have you here for a few days." "I won't be here that long," I told her. "Besides, I have to go home today for a while to take care of our animals." |
