It was a few hrs. later and angela was just back from work.
"hey how is she?" she asked the door closing behind her putting her brown purse on the sofa while looking at me.
"well she's been alternating between getting sick and sleeping,' I told her.
"oh god," she said sitting on the white sofa her head in her hands.
Then looked up at me: "did you tell her about?"
she was reffering to the other thing that had happened that night.
"no you and I haven't discussed that yet. She knows something happened. She told me. Indirectly that her um. Lady parts felt, different and that's how she knows."
"oh. Oh god. As a mother one of the worst things I worry about is a head injury. Anyway after I check on her i'm going to get started on dinner you want anything?"
"um. no. i've given her more ice she told me she's not sure how well she'd do w/ swallowing pills right now. Or swallowing anything really. Anyway i'm going to lily's and then or maybe morgan's I don't know."
"ok."
"it's good to see you," I said after a pause even though I saw her almost daily.
"yeah. You too," angela said knowing why i'd said this and the seriousness and severity of everything.
"anyway," I said grabbing my coat.
"yeah."
I left going to morgan's.