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for her as he does every morning, goes out for a run, showers, reads, has another coffee, wakes the girls—“Sleep well?” he says, and they both say yes—at around eight he hears her stirring, looks in, says, “How ya doing?” and she says, “Fine,” and he brings her a coffee with warm milk, as he also does every morning unless she’s already out of bed and heading for the bathroom or kitchen; a little later he hears her shriek, and he runs in and sees she’s spilled the coffee on the bed, and he says, “What happened, you hurt?” and she says, “Shit, I felt so good getting up that for a moment I thought I was free of this stinking disease, and look at the goddamn mess I made,” and he says, “Don’t worry, I’ll do a wash and hang everything up and the sun’s already so strong it should all be dry by ten,” and she says, “You don’t have to, I can do it in the machines myself,” and he says, “It’s okay, you got plenty of other things to take care of; just move your butt so I can get the sheets off,” and she says, “You don’t have to get angry about it. It wasn’t my fault. My hand started shaking and I couldn’t hold the mug anymore,” and he says, “Who’s blaming you? Just lift yourself a little, that’s all I’m asking. I don’t want it to soak through to the mattress, if it hasn’t already done it,” and she pushes herself up just enough for him to pull the sheets and mattress cover out from under her; he gets the linen off the bed and sticks it in the washer and starts the machine, goes back to the dining room, girls are reading, their breakfasts eaten, and he says, “Anybody want some toast?” and they shake their heads, and a little later he says, “Okay, everybody, we’re going: lunches packed, bathing suits and towels and sunscreen in your bags?” and Fanny says, “Oh, gosh, I forgot my Thermos of water. They never give us enough out there,” and he says, “Get one for Josephine too, if that’s the case,” and she says, “She can do it herself, and I have to get ice out of the tray to put in it,” and he says, “Listen, she’s your sister and younger, and I’m asking you to help me—with so many things to do, I need your help,” and she does it, and he says, “Now let’s go if you want to catch the bus,” and the girls grab their bags and start for the door; he says, “Say goodbye to Mommy, we still have a few seconds,” and Fanny yells, “Goodbye, Mommy!” and Josephine yells, “See you later, Mommy, have a good day!” and he says, “Come on, go in and give her a kiss—she wants to see your faces, not just hear your voices,” and they drop their bags and run into the bedroom and probably kiss her and then come out, grab their bags, and he says, “Your caps, everyone has to wear a cap to protect herself from the sun,” and they put on their caps and get in the car; he drives to the pickup spot and stays there with them till they’re on the bus, on his way home he listens to French language tapes, his big learning project this summer; when he gets back to the house she’s pushing her walker to the bathroom, and he says, “Wait a second, the wash is almost finished, I can hear the last of the last spin cycle,” and just then the machine clicks off and he goes into the bathroom, sticks the sheets, pillowcases, and mattress cover into the laundry basket, and goes outside and hangs them on the line.

The Bellydancer
    HE ’ S ON A ship four days out of Bremerhaven on its way to Quebec. He’d been in Europe for seven months—was supposed to have returned to New York in late August and it was now November—had delayed college a semester, and didn’t know if he’d ever go back to school. Had worked in Köln