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Show Woodworth/255 head briefly against the steering wheel. Her shoulders convulse, Instinctively, Marty puts her hand on her sister's shoulder, but Megan says, "I'm ok." She waits, her hand still on vegan until she continues, "It's just that I hate hospitals. Even the sight of them. They remind me of something more terrible than death. Of people being dead alive. Rags of people, that just can't die, even if they want to." "Yeah," Warty says. "I doesn't seem like you get any choice about dying. It doesn't matter what you want or what you don't want." "What I want right now is to go to the beach," Megan says, peering under her arm pit." "And what we get to do is go see Mom." They get out together, and walk into the hospital, snake through corridor after corridor, closed doors, open doors, half closed doors. Made beds, empty beds, beds filled with people sitting, sleeping, eating, staring, watching tv- Ned comes to the door of their mother's room quickly when they open it. ' Marty notices only a purple mound in the dusky interior of the room. "She just this minute woke up," he says in a cracking whisper. "You should probably go in one at a time." "Ok," Megan says, and pushes into the room. She throws Hiarty a half-smile. "Hi, Mom," Marty hears her say gently before the door closes. Ned sits on a bench down the hall, and takes a magazine from the table. Marty leans against the wall, watching him discreetly. Her legs ache, and her body feels heavy and soggy, but she doesn't want to sit down next to him. Doesn't |