Vision in Silver(125)
She eyed him lying there, looking so lazy and comfy.
Of course, “work” could be a flexible word.
“If Earthday is supposed to be a rest day, why did we all work so hard yesterday?” she asked.
He raised his head just enough to look at her, grunted, then flopped back down on the Wolf bed.
She watched a delivery truck pull in. “It’s Harry.”
Letting out a gusty sigh, Nathan rolled onto his belly, then stood up and performed the stretch that, in her Quiet Mind class, was called playful wolf, although Merri Lee had told her that the move was usually referred to as down dog.
Meg watched him for a moment before bracing her hands on the counter and stepping back far enough to perform a modified version of the stretch.
Nathan changed positions, now stretching his back legs and hips. Then he gave himself a good shake.
“Show-off,” she muttered.
He just yawned, displaying all his teeth.
Harry walked in with a couple of packages, looked at the two of them, and grinned.
“Guess everyone was working outdoors yesterday,” Harry said. “The wife and I turned the soil and planted some vegetables. Then she wanted to have a couple of pots of flowers for some color, so we went to the garden center. You couldn’t turn around there without making new friends.”
She didn’t know what that meant and was too tired to ask.
“We planted some vegetables too.” Meg took out her clipboard and slowly wrote the information for the delivery.
“You should take aspirin or something to help those sore muscles,” Harry said. “And remember to drink plenty of water.”
“I’ll remember.” She waited until Harry drove off, then wandered into the sorting room to see if there was anything she could do that didn’t require standing, bending, lifting, sitting, or reaching for something.
Drink plenty of water? She didn’t think so. Drinking meant peeing, and peeing meant getting her thigh muscles to bend enough so that she could sit on the toilet. She’d already done that once this morning. She wasn’t eager to try it again.
“Meg?” Merri Lee walked in from the back room, carrying an insulated container from A Little Bite and a small bag. She opened the container and set the food on the sorting table. “Coffee, sandwich, and a couple of cookies.” Then she opened the small bag and removed two bottles. “I wasn’t sure if you usually took aspirin or acetaminophen, so I brought both.”
“I don’t think we were ever given anything like this in the compound,” Meg said, taking a moment to recall training images of medications.
Merri Lee looked thoughtful, then opened the bottle of acetaminophen and shook two pills into Meg’s hand. She went into the back room and returned with a glass of water. “They probably didn’t give you aspirin because that reduces blood clotting. Wouldn’t be the best idea for a cassandra sangue.”
Meg swallowed the pills and drank all the water. “Don’t you hurt?”
“I don’t hurt, but I’m plenty sore, which is one or two levels below hurt. And being sore is why I made an appointment with Elizabeth Bennefeld today to get a massage. I made an appointment for you at four fifteen, when you finish the afternoon shift here. Ruth and Theral also made appointments. And Eve Denby did a butt wiggle when I told her there was a massage therapist who worked a couple days a week in the Market Square.”
“What do I do in the meantime?”