“Oh, daddy,” she said, her own tears flowing now. “Daddy, I know you’d have been there if you could. Knowing you fought to live. Fought to com...e back to us. It helped. You didn’t give up dad, and so I couldn’t give up.“Helen helped though. She moved in. She paid rent too, to ensure there was money for the bills. She saw me through the last of school, helped me pick the college and even came out with me for orientation.”“I’m so glad you had someone to help, honey. Where is Helen now?” I wondered.. Pressing a button, she bent over me and thrust it into my mouth."Srrr," I mumbled around the thermometer."I'm not surprised you're sore. I'll get you some painkillers in a moment. That was quite an accident. You just relax." She removed the thermometer, checked the temperature, and smiled her pleasure. "I'll be right back."Maybe nurses were like dentists, capable of understanding you even when your mouth was full and you mumbled. Jeez I was sore. My right forearm felt heavy and thick. My mind. The next morning when he awoke, he thought of Anne as he washed his face and shaved, something he seldom did on Saturday since he always shaved on Sunday morning before going to church with his family. He did his best to ignore his arousal and resisted the obvious temptation to masturbate. He whistled as he walked to Mr. Maguire's office, feeling unusually happy and carefree.When Anne arrived in her old farm buggy with buckets of eggs and her black pasteboard folder of documents and copies, he. The deepening water seemed to engulf her like an ocean wave, rising higher and higher, easing away her aches and soreness like gallons of liniment. In a few seconds, she caught herself falling asleep, sprawled in the whirling water, really relaxed for the first time since those horrible minutes in Marty Bondman's office.Also for the first time, she was able to clearly think about what had happened, and more important, what to do about it.She'd thought about calling the police--about putting.