I go after him and when we get to the living room, Clara is on the floor. I expect Leonard to ignore her and come back to me but he doesn't. I stand there and watch him kneel close to Clara. He examines her pulse and press his palm against her forehead to check her temperature.
“What is it? Are you okay?” He asks, shaking her profusely. I fold my hand against my chest and watch them.
She keeps wailing, turning on the floor like someone who had been flogged.
“Say something…Clara?” A panicking Leonard calls out. He suddenly turns to me “babe, call 911. Call for an emergency, don't just stand there.”
I don't buy it. There's everything in me that makes me feel like Clara could be acting up so, I gnore him and just watch him for seconds as he tenders to her. When I don't move or try to
