He awoke from his reverie, “What if it’s serious, Mud? I haven’t
mentioned this before, but I fainted twice this week and came near to it two or three times more.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Well, you know, I didn’t want you to worry and you couldn’t have done anything about it, could you?”
“No, not personal y, but I would have got you to your aunty earlier and maybe tried to get you to see a medical doctor.”
“Ach, you know me, Mud. I’d have said, ‘Let’s wait to see what aunty has to say before spending al that money’. I must admit to feeling mighty queer sometimes though and I am a bit scared of what aunty wil say tomorrow.”
“Yes, so am I. Do you really feel that bad?”
“Sometimes, but I just don’t have any energy at al .
