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Ed was hardly able to make it through the rest of the day. With the wonderful news that was now on his shoulders, he couldn't concentrate on even the smallest details. All he could think of was the phone call he'd be receiving the next day.
Sitting at the kitchen table, trying to eat a bowl of soup for dinner proved to be one of the hardest things to do when your head was not completely around at the moment. Ed dipped his spoon into the soup and brought it up to his mouth, but transfixed on his latest obsession, his aim was not at its best so he ended up misjudging his shoulder for his mouth. The spoon hit his shoulder, spilling the contents onto his shirt. He didn't notice it, though. Not right away, at least.
"Oh, Ed!" Kathy sighed from across the table, seeing his shirt become stained with soup.
Ed cocked his head to one side, hearing Kathy faintly, and finally came out of his trance. Feeling something hot on his shoulder, "Ow!" He cried, looking down at the wet patch on his shirt.
Kathy quickly got up from the table, grabbed a dishcloth from off the counter, wet it under the sink's faucet, and stood beside Ed. She took the stained material up between her fingers and began rubbing at it with the wet cloth. Ed watched her cleaning his shirt, and began to fall back down into the trance all over again.
"Honey, you've got to be more careful. Who knows, you might end up seriously hurting yourself. And I don't want anything happening to you."
Ed looked up at her, actually it was more like he was staring in her general direction and looking at her, but not exactly AT her. More like THROUGH her. "He's going to call me tomorrow," Ed replied.
Kathy shook her head, looked down at the stained area and decided that it was clean enough. She replaced the dishcloth and took her seat once again. "I'm happy for you Ed, darling. But I hate how you always get so worked up over these things and then they... well they usually don't end up working out." She paused and looked at her distant husband who was still staring in the direction where she had been standing previously even though she was not there anymore.
"He's going to call me tomorrow," Ed replied simply.
Kathy shrugged. "I guess so," She said, somewhat with a sense of doubt in her voice. Then she picked up her spoon and resumed eating her own soup.
Ed stood up suddenly, a blank, smiley expression on his face, and began out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Where are you going, Ed?" Kathy asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin, and getting up from her place as well. "You didn't finish your soup." She was walking out of the kitchen and towards the living room, when suddenly she heard a large thumping noise. "Ed?" She asked and walked quickly into the living room.
She saw Ed sprawled across the floor knocked out cold. Kathy gasped and went over to his body. She bent down and saw a big bruise mark on his head. She placed a hand over the mark and looked up at the wall to see a slight indentation. Kathy sighed realizing Ed had walked right into the wall. She grabbed one of his limp arms and attempted to drag him to the bedroom, but she was not strong enough to move him. She straightened out and looked at him. He still had the blank, smiley expression on his face. "Well... At least he looks happy..." She said, walked over to the couch, sat down and turned on the TV.