Maybe it was the power of suggestion, but my stomach suddenly took a spin and then rumbled. I felt myself go a little white in the face.
"You all right?" Harley asked. I shook my head.
"I think I have to go to the bathroom," I said. I rose and reached for my crutch.
"There's one off the kitchen." Harley's father said. I looked at Harley.
"Maybe I better use the one upstairs."
"Suit yourself," his father said and sat back to light his pipe while Suze began to clear the table.
"I'm sorry I can't help with the dinner dishes. but..."
"That's okay. I'll help her." Harley told me.
I moved quicky up the stairs, found the bathroom and went in almost too late. Everything I had just eaten seemed to run right through me. Taking the pill before such a spicy dinner was probably a bad idea. I thought-- or else what she had given me in that drink had brought this about, too.
I was in the bathroom so long, Harley came by to see if I was all right.
"Summer?"
"I'm sorry, Harley. I got sick so fast!"
"Its okay. Let me 'mow if you need anything.'"
"I'll be out soon," I promised. When I did finally step out of the bathroom. I felt myself spin so badly, I nearly toppled. I guess I hit the wall hard enough for Harley to hear and come running, his father beside him.
"I feel a little weak," I said.
Harley rushed to my side and put his arm around my waist,
"Just let her lay down for a while," his father suggested. "She'll be fine in an hour or so, for sure."
"Yes, I'll be fine," I said. My eyes felt so heavy, I thought they might roll out of my head.
Harley practically carried me to the room. He guided me to the bed and I lay back. He took off my shoes and pulled the blanket up to my neck.
"How you doing. Summer?" "Tired," I said.
"Just rest a while. I'll check on you in a few minutes or so." he promised.
I nodded. but I didn't speak or open my eyes.
The next time I did open them, I was greeted by the light of morning. For a few moments, my mind was so clouded with confusion I didn't move. It was as if my most recent memories had been washed away. Where was I? How did I get here? Why was my ankle bandaged? The struggle for these answers put me into a terrible panic. I started to cry. Finally. I sat up and concentrated until it all began to flood back in and over me.
"Harley!" I cried.
I listened. All I heard was the sound of water running through a pipe somewhere in the house.
"Harley!"
The water stopped running and I called again, louder. Then. I heard footsteps coming up the stairway. I looked to the door of my room. It opened and Suze came walking in. She had another juice drink and what looked like a slice of some kind of fruit and nut bread.
"Bon Jour! I bring you something for matin . . . breakfast. Comment ca va?"
"What?"
"How are you?"