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Chapter 3
Andanotherthing,allthosedaysIusedtothink,well,she’llbegettingoveritalongtime,she’llneedme,itwillbeverynicewhenshehasturnedthecorner.
Idon’tknowwhy,Ialsothoughtthenewroommighthelp.Itwouldmakeachange.
ItwaslikewhenIhadtotakeMabeloutinherchair.Icouldalwaysfindadozenreasonstoputitoff.Yououghttobegratefulyouhavelegstopush,AuntAnnieusedtosay(theyknewIdidn’tlikebeingseenoutpushingthechair).Butit’sinmycharacter,it’showIwasmade.Ican’thelpit.
Timepassed,itmusthavebeenmidnightormoreandIwentuptoseehowshewas,toseeifshe’ddrinkacupoftea,andIcouldn’tgethertoanswerme,shewasbreathingfasterthanever,itwasterrifyingthewayshepanted,sheseemedtocatchattheairasifshecouldnevergetitfastenough.Ishookherbutsheseemedasleepalthoughhereyeswereopen,herfacewasverylividandsheseemedtobestaringatsomethingontheceiling.WellIfeltreallyfrightened,Ithought,I’llgiveherhalfanhourandthenImustgo.Isatbyher,Icouldseethatthingsweredefinitelyworsebythewayshewassweatingandherfacewasterrible.Anotherthingshedidthosedayswaspickingatthesheets.Pimpleshadspreadalloverbothcornersofhermouthandlips.
Wellatlasthavinglockedherdoorincase,IsetoffagaintoLewes,IrememberIgottherejustafter1:30,everythingshutup,ofcourse.
