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           Shehandedmethegagandtherewassomethinginherlook,Icouldn’tputitonagain.Isaid,thehandswilldo.Shehadonhergreentunic,butwithoneoftheshirtsIboughtandIguessedshehadonthenewunderclothesunderneath.

           Ididupherhandsbehindherback.

           I’msorryI’msosuspicious,Isaid.It’sjustthatyou’reallI’vegotthatmakeslifeworthliving.Itwasthewrongmomenttosayathinglikethat,Iknow,buthavingherstandingtherelikethat,itwastoomuch.

           Isaid,ifyouwent,IthinkI’ddomyselfin.

           "Youneedadoctor."

           Ijustmadeanoise.

           "I’dliketohelpyou."

           YouthinkI’mmadbecauseofwhatI’vedone.I’mnotmad.It’sjust,well,I’vegotnooneelse.There’sneverbeenanyonebutyouI’veeverwantedtoknow.

           "That’stheworstkindofillness,"shesaid.Sheturnedroundthen,allthiswaswhileIwastying.Shelookeddown."Ifeelsorryforyou."

           Thenshechanged,shesaid,"Whataboutwashing?I’vewashedsomethings.CanIhangthemout?Oristherealaundry?"

           Isaid,I’lldrytheminthekitchen.Youcan’tsendanythingtothelaundry.

           "Whatnow?"