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George
When George Tobias got home after 9:00 PM, he found Bridgett in bed with the lights out. Just about to creep downstairs, he heard her stir.
“Is that you, George?” she asked in a nasal tone.
He heard sniffles and the murmur of bedding as she leaned toward the doorway where he stood. “Sounds like you have a cold,” he said.
“That’s why I’m in bed, but I can’t fall asleep. Turn on the light.”
He snapped it on and pushed a wingback chair, striped in blue and gold, closer to the bed and sat.
“Look at you,” she said, her eyes adjusting to the light, “You look awful.”
He crossed his legs and winced from the pain that shot up his thighs.
“Hurting?”
“Like I’ve been trampled on the floor in Macy’s bargain basement.”
“Oh, George! You should know better after what you’ve gone throu
