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Show 9-5 "Thank you, Jim. Annie, why don't you wait out here? I'll settle Jim and then go find Andrew for you." The sun was already hot on the grass arid too hot on the bench. But I waited there in fear that Andrew would not be able to find me if I sat under the trees. I felt tired and let the hot sun lull me. My face began to perspire and I felt the sweat running down my chest and back. I tipped my hat low over my face and closed my eyes against the light. I clasped my hands, which were trembling slightly, in my lap. I felt far from my family, as if I had not seen them in weeks. I could be in a hospital in France, a nurse dressed in the crisp white clothes the women wore on all the war posters, resting a moment between duties, I would soon have to go in and write letters for all the dying men. I had run away from home to join the nurse corps and my family had disowned me. It was really hot. I took my hat off and fanned myself. Footsteps. I looked behind me and saw Andrew coming off the grassy slope toward me. His hat again covered his face in shadows. His white bandages almost blinded me, glaring in the sunlight. I jumped up. "Andrew, hello." I picked up my bookbag. He wavedone white hand. "It's horribly hot here. Is there somewhere else we can sit?" "Hi, Annie. Yeah, let's find a bench under the trees. It is a hot one. No air." He smiled down at me as we climbed the slope, me lugging my bookbag. "Always the bag. What happens if you get caught without it?" "You wait. I have good things for you today. Ruth's raisin bread." |
