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When Edmund told Susan what had befallen their sister, she did not understand at first.
But then she did, suddenly and terribly: and grew white as the snowy Talking Horse it was her habit to ride. "Her? Ed, Lucy has this—this disease?"
He nodded, unable to form the words.
"What can we do to help her? I'll get Mrs Beaver, or any of the Dryads and Naiads who help in the kitchen—they'll cook anything, I know—"
Practical, dear Susan, Gentle as her people were calling her. She would try anything.
"For now, Lucy doesn't want anyone else knowing."
Susan's reaction is based on my mother's reaction: I have never seen her so white as when I used the word 'anorexia' the first time.