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show. She couldn't hide that from her mother for long.
"Are you there dear?" her mother obviously hadn't heard.
"I'm fine mom, fine really."
"I just rang to see if you were still coming down on the weekend?"
"Eh?" It seemed months ago that she had planned the visit. Surely she
had been already?
"Oh sure mom," Sue recovered quickly, suddenly realising what had
happened. Not that this discovery made her feel any better. She had lost time
somewhere, somehow time had passed her by without her being aware of it. That
was the only way to explain the pregnancy, the feeling she had been away, she
might have had some kind on amnesia attack. There was a blank space in her
memory as if something had been scrubbed out. But what?
Sue inserted a yes and no here and there in her mother's inconsequential
gossipy conversation. Meanwhile her mind reeled at each new possibility that
occurred to her. All she wanted to do was to scream and scream and scream as
she speculated at what might have happened during that lost time. Got pregnant
for one.
Tramping last week. Every thing before and after was clear enough in her
own mind but the actual tramping trip itself was a different story. She
remembered going, and coming home, but what had happened sometime was a bit of
a blur. How would that explain her pregnancy? The trip was only last week
afterall.
"Ok mom, I'll see you on the weekend." Sue cut her mother off, suddenly
impatient with her. She didn't want to know about Mrs Jones's piles or how
well her nieces and nephews were doing at bible class, or anywhere else for
that matter.
Sue didn't know what else to do so he stayed sprawled in the chair until
the can was empty and then went into the kitchen for another. Halfway back to
her chair she had second thought and grabbed the remainder of the six pack and
set it down beside her chair. Before opening another can she used the remote
to flick through the television channels until she found something that
appealed to her.
She watched staring blankly, nothing really registering, mechanically
finishing off the six pack. At last she tried to stand and found that she was
more than a little drunk.
What a mess she must look, Sue thought with a giggle.
"Oaark,"she burped loudly and giggled again and with great deliberation
stumbled over to the couch and fell on it.
Within minutes, some inane game show blaring on the television, she was
sprawled untidily on the couch, sound asleep in the land of dreams.
Sue dreamt of strange looking men, tall pale men wearing light coloured
robes that concealed everything but their heads and feet.
Angels, she dreamt. Angels assessing her suitability for entrance to
heaven, staring but not speaking as she stood before them, their distaste for
her clearly evident in their faces.
Sometime in the night Sue woke, finding herself on the couch for the
third time that week. She got up wearily, switched off the television and
stumbled to the bathroom. There she tipped two aspirins into a glass and
swallowed them on the way to her bedroom.
Sue forgot any more dreams that night but woke in the morning knowing how