"I need a coffee. I'm so tired." It's the third.. or fourth day in a row that she's been saying that. Blame it on the paint. That's why she's been waking up with a sore throat every morning.
"I think I'm sick. Fine. I'll call and say I can't make it to the meeting." So she get sick. Actually sick. She's sneezing, she's coughing.. she's even got a headache. Her friends are still over, mind you, and that's fine. They can do what they gotta do, and she can take a nap.
"We're gonna get going, now." She gets up to walk them out.
"If you're still sick tomorrow, we'll be right over with hot chicken soup. In a heartbeat. No doubt."
Mmm, chicken soup.
