![]() ![]() Isabelle wrapped up the remains of her sandwich and returned it to her lunch bag. "Oh, my mother went crazy with the hot flashes," somebody said, and thankfully-Amy could feel her heart slow down, her face get cooler in the heat-irritable Wally was left behind hot flashes and crying jags were talked of instead. "They yanked the whole business with Dot." ![]() "Because you didn't have your ovaries out." Arlene nodded again-she was a woman who believed what she said. "You get dry after a hysterectomy, you know." Arlene Tucker offered this with a meaningful nod of her head. Amy's heartbeat quickened, sweat broke out above her lip. "Tell him to take care of it himself," someone said, and there was laughter. "But I take it Wally's getting irritable. "She wishes it was three more months," and here the soda can was popped open. The black line tightened between Amy and Isabelle. "Three more weeks and Dottie can have sex," she said. Fat Bev hit a button on the soda machine and a can of Tab rocked noisily into place. ![]()
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