Then the pain and the haze. That is crazy, he told himself, and then he heard thought he did — a little rustling sound, the sound of a womans starched skirt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall.
At least two, dont you think so? Then Annie was swerving up the side lawn, using it to turn, and her gaze fell on Paul for one second and Paul felt sure he knew what that momentary gaze meant. "The dreaded effword was out before he could help it, but this time it didnt seem to matter — she was looking at him respectfully, and with not a little awe. You caught it, no sweat, besides, theres a rug on the floor, probably wouldnt have broken anyway — But if it HAD!
It went slowly at first — the image of Annie pulling those furrows into her skin kept intruding — and he thought it was going to be no good, he had just better pack it in for the day, when the story caught him and he fell through the hole in the paper again. "Look out, shes coming!
If it was obvious to him even through the haze of pain he had been living in, it would surely have been obvious to her colleagues. He giggled at this, a shrill, relieved sound, and he realized the medication wasnt just working on his legs.