The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-29
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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
It was on the tip Of Fabienne'
tongue to say that she'd step u
side and hail a taxi when Chrl
said she must go out and get wore
to Larry. She bit her lip to Keel
from speaking sarcastically. l.
wasn't really the sick g1rfs Iaui
that Fabienne's nerves were frayeo
to the breaking point. Chrls "as
not accountable for much that Sin
said and did.
True. her fever had abated, nu'
she coughed often and her cousi
was hard and dry, and each nm
that it ripped from her throat "a
bienne's feeling of alarm IN
creased.
''There's still some mustard lelt'
she said. I'm going to mix some
paste and put it on your chest
1T feels sore," Chris said. But
I don't care. It's only necessary 70
get through to Larry"
Il will, just as soon as 1 cam
Fabienne told her.
'You could take the car right
now. The snow has let up. Perhaps
he could get out here tonight"
Fabienne ran to the window. II
was dark. Dark as midnight. n
the ground was light. The winter
night was upon them. Another
night, Fabienne knew, that they q
have to spend in the country De-
cause she couldn't get her car over
those roads through which she had
plowed, slipping into deep ruts.
She was beginning to be very
hungry, and visions of steamlng
food made her feel dizzy. On the
pantry shelf there was only one can
of soup left, a tin Of asparagus M
one Of corned beef hash. Shed useo
all the condensed milk for Sonny.
Resigning herself to a supper OF
stale crackers and cold asparagus
of a pale hue, she opened the last
tin of soup for Sonny, heated 1t ano
broke up half of her crackers into
the mixture. She doubted II corneu
beef hash was invalid's food, but
that was al! there was for Chrls.
If they were marooned much
longer, they'd have to get along
on a diet of oatmeal.
The radio was on a table oeslde
Chris cot. When Fabienne came IN
with a tray that contained the
mustard plaster for Chris chest as
we'll as her dinner, she was sitting
I'D. fiddling with the dial. 1T won't
work" she said GROSSLY. Il cant
get anything at all. Do you suppose
I broke it, turning it off SO
abruptly"
1T doesn't matter" Fabienne an
svered YEARLY. The less we
know, the less We'll have to worry
about. Chris, sou must keep COW
cred. After We take this plaster
off, in twenty minutes, you'll be IN
danger if you get another chilli
Make the fire nice and bright,
Fabienne.
Fabienne slapped the plaster on
Chris chest and pulled all the
blankets over her. Maybe If we
keep the room dim, you can go back
to sleep again." she said. 1t was
better to have Chris think she want
ed dimness, rather than let her
know that the wood pile was down
to six logs.
"I don't want to go to Sleep" Chris
said h~oarsely. Il want you to go
for Larry"
Now, look here, Chris, I'm run
ming this show. I'll go for Larry
as soon as I can. In the first place
I've got to dig the a out. There's
no garage here and I had to leave
it out in the snow. 1t looks ike
well, V mind. Anyway, I'm just
as anxious to get out as you are
So don't plague me about it,
81 don't want to plague you, FAB
You've been wonderful! But yol
must realize how I feel"
81 realize how you feel, all right
I don't feel so darn good myself
Come here to me, Sonny. Auntl'
Fabienne is gong to get you read!
for bed"
"Why won't you let him come tt
me?" Christine whined.
Because" Fabienre informed
her. I'D like them to still find hin
healthy and not down with you
cold. 1 might get a couple of years
off my sentence for taking care O.
you. Stop talking, Chris. Let mt
think"
Chris subsidized, awed into silenc'
by the outbreak Fabienne had beef
unable to control. She watched thu
other girl for a long time. Fabienn'
sat with her head in her hands, los
in morose conjecture that pro
duced no practical ideas.
After a little while she got u
and took the flashlight off the man
tie and went into the room bill SAT-
he used as a lab.
It looked more like a junk room
to her, she thought, flashing tn
light over the shelves of dust-cov
cred bottles and chemical appa
ratus on a workman's shelf. Their
was fishing tackle and some OIL
rubber boots thrown down in
heap of rope in one corner. An
there, as if wishing had made
true, was a heavy coal shovel.
She pulled the rubber boots GU
and put the shovel under her arr
and went back into the living room
Chris watched her silently, Will
she pinned up her skirts an
showed her feet into the big, dust
boots. It was IN awkward costum