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Since eating in her position was impossible, she received nourishment and liquids and all kind of medications through a variety of tubes. In intimate matters they tried to make things as easy as possible for her. But there were limitations and grave embarrassments. Mandy thought that this time she had gone too far.
LIRIT CAME TO VISIT her, after going home to change her clothes. In the end she had paid a flying visit to the factory after the Jacuzzi. She and her mother had agreed that she would come every dayto report on what had happened in the factory. She arrived at the hospital dressed atrociously, as usual. Her daughter was revealed to Mandy’s eyes in flat yellow shoes, flimsy as ballet shoes, a short billowing white skirt, and a very tightly fitting rayon tank top, pale yellow with white flowers, with straps that tied behind the neck and an extra piece of material in the area of the stomach that was also supposed to billow in the breeze.
Her shoulder blades were exquisite, as usual. But what suddenly infuriated Amanda, after she asked her to bend down so that she could see all of her, were the two braids which were thrown back, but one of them kept falling forward and Lirit would flip it back again. The two braids were thick, long, and brown, like Pocahontas.
“Are you doing this to me on purpose? Braids?” hissed Mandy from the depths of her strange position.
“Mother, stop it. You’re lying there like this, and that’s what you have to say to me? I already prepared an answer in case you had something to say about my shoulder blades. When will you realize that I’m twenty-two years old, and that I have the right to wear braids?”
“You look like a whore from the Little House on the Prairie . And it annoys me that precisely when I’m lying in the hospital dying of pain, you turn up like this to tease me. It shows a lack of consideration.”
“Ex-cuse me,” said Lirit and she undid her braids.
“Are you trying to tell me that you went to work like that? We work with a religious clientele!”
“Mother, anyone would think that you hadn’t just had surgery. Usually you’re much quieter after surgery, and it’s fun to come and visit you. Maybe it’s the only quality time we have together. Do you want to ruin this too?”
Mandy was silent for a moment, and it seemed she had calmed down.
“A short page is what suits you best, like I used to have yourhair cut when you were a little girl. You have an amazing neck and a perfect collarbone—a short page is what would show them off best. Take advantage of what you have as long as you have it.”
“I don’t want a page,” said Lirit for the umpteenth time since the age of five.
“So don’t have one. At least we’ve agreed on the braids.”
LIRIT WENT ON unbraiding her hair, and suddenly she became worried because Shlomi hadn’t called her all day. How come? Her mother’s having such complicated surgery—never mind that she wasn’t there either—and he doesn’t call to ask how she is. What is this? It’s the behavior of a psychopath, that’s what! Is Shlomi a psychopath? she asked herself and she didn’t know the answer.
Mandy saw her daughter sending a text message on her cell phone.
“Just a minute,” said Lirit as she wrote. “I’m just sending this and then I’ll finish undoing the braids.”
She sent the message and finished undoing her braids.
“Okay now?” she asked a moment later, and bent down so Mandy could see.
“Yes.”
Lirit asked her mother if she was in pain now. Amanda said that she was in pain all the time, it was just a question of how much. Lirit said it was logical for her to be in pain, after all she had undergone surgery today, and she looked at the dripping infusion. The sight had a slightly hypnotic effect on her, and she sank into herself.
“They’re giving me antibiotics,” said Mandy. “I had a fever an hour ago. You know that the doctor has already gone back to Germany? I don’t know
Since eating in her position was impossible, she received nourishment and liquids and all kind of medications through a variety of tubes. In intimate matters they tried to make things as easy as possible for her. But there were limitations and grave embarrassments. Mandy thought that this time she had gone too far.
LIRIT CAME TO VISIT her, after going home to change her clothes. In the end she had paid a flying visit to the factory after the Jacuzzi. She and her mother had agreed that she would come every dayto report on what had happened in the factory. She arrived at the hospital dressed atrociously, as usual. Her daughter was revealed to Mandy’s eyes in flat yellow shoes, flimsy as ballet shoes, a short billowing white skirt, and a very tightly fitting rayon tank top, pale yellow with white flowers, with straps that tied behind the neck and an extra piece of material in the area of the stomach that was also supposed to billow in the breeze.
Her shoulder blades were exquisite, as usual. But what suddenly infuriated Amanda, after she asked her to bend down so that she could see all of her, were the two braids which were thrown back, but one of them kept falling forward and Lirit would flip it back again. The two braids were thick, long, and brown, like Pocahontas.
“Are you doing this to me on purpose? Braids?” hissed Mandy from the depths of her strange position.
“Mother, stop it. You’re lying there like this, and that’s what you have to say to me? I already prepared an answer in case you had something to say about my shoulder blades. When will you realize that I’m twenty-two years old, and that I have the right to wear braids?”
“You look like a whore from the Little House on the Prairie . And it annoys me that precisely when I’m lying in the hospital dying of pain, you turn up like this to tease me. It shows a lack of consideration.”
“Ex-cuse me,” said Lirit and she undid her braids.
“Are you trying to tell me that you went to work like that? We work with a religious clientele!”
“Mother, anyone would think that you hadn’t just had surgery. Usually you’re much quieter after surgery, and it’s fun to come and visit you. Maybe it’s the only quality time we have together. Do you want to ruin this too?”
Mandy was silent for a moment, and it seemed she had calmed down.
“A short page is what suits you best, like I used to have yourhair cut when you were a little girl. You have an amazing neck and a perfect collarbone—a short page is what would show them off best. Take advantage of what you have as long as you have it.”
“I don’t want a page,” said Lirit for the umpteenth time since the age of five.
“So don’t have one. At least we’ve agreed on the braids.”
LIRIT WENT ON unbraiding her hair, and suddenly she became worried because Shlomi hadn’t called her all day. How come? Her mother’s having such complicated surgery—never mind that she wasn’t there either—and he doesn’t call to ask how she is. What is this? It’s the behavior of a psychopath, that’s what! Is Shlomi a psychopath? she asked herself and she didn’t know the answer.
Mandy saw her daughter sending a text message on her cell phone.
“Just a minute,” said Lirit as she wrote. “I’m just sending this and then I’ll finish undoing the braids.”
She sent the message and finished undoing her braids.
“Okay now?” she asked a moment later, and bent down so Mandy could see.
“Yes.”
Lirit asked her mother if she was in pain now. Amanda said that she was in pain all the time, it was just a question of how much. Lirit said it was logical for her to be in pain, after all she had undergone surgery today, and she looked at the dripping infusion. The sight had a slightly hypnotic effect on her, and she sank into herself.
“They’re giving me antibiotics,” said Mandy. “I had a fever an hour ago. You know that the doctor has already gone back to Germany? I don’t know
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