“Lane! Lane! Can you help me please!” Her impatience rang out in clipped tones.
Lane rushed to the bedroom. That’s odd. Why is she lying face down on the carpet? Towards the bathroom?
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Page croaked.
Ahh.
“I took some laxatives.”
Some? Some?
“How many?”
“Three.”
Lane took just a moment for herself to reflect again on the stupidity of people in general and this woman in particular. “Okay, here, let me help you up.”
Unfortunately, Page was dead weight. Half again as much as Lane.
Still can’t figure out why everybody calls her skinny, Lane thought as she struggled to tug Page towards the bathroom.
“Can you put your arms around my shoulders?”
Page ’s response? A guttural, “Uhhh.”
Hmm. Guess not. Lane tried to maneuver under Page , to prop her up on her own shoulders. Which resulted in her being pinned down by a red-faced, sweaty, and increasingly angry mother-in-law.
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