A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Rosemary</strong> <strong>Booker</strong><br />
At eleven o’clock I turned <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> light and<br />
hopped <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> bed. A few m<strong>in</strong>utes later Claire came by<br />
and po<strong>in</strong>ted her spotlight <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> study <strong>to</strong> make sure<br />
we were both tucked up <strong>in</strong> bed. Once she was<br />
satisfied she closed <strong>the</strong> door and proceeded on her<br />
rounds.<br />
I was just doz<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong>f when I heard a p<strong>in</strong>g<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g from my lap<strong>to</strong>p. Now, it would have been<br />
prudent <strong>to</strong> ignore <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>com<strong>in</strong>g message and <strong>to</strong> wait<br />
until this morn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> read it. However, prudence is<br />
not always my long suit. I knew that it would be at<br />
least ten m<strong>in</strong>utes before Claire came back for her<br />
second <strong>in</strong>spection so I got up and padded across <strong>the</strong><br />
room.<br />
Foxy-one had sent me several pho<strong>to</strong>’s <strong>of</strong> a<br />
cottage that he is plann<strong>in</strong>g on rent<strong>in</strong>g for us dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> upcom<strong>in</strong>g furlough. Along with <strong>the</strong> pictures <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
idyllic cottage, which is surrounded by orchards, he<br />
had also sent me a picture <strong>of</strong> a brand new cane he<br />
had procured <strong>to</strong> help <strong>to</strong> liven up our forthcom<strong>in</strong>g<br />
vacation.<br />
I suspected that Debs was not actually<br />
sleep<strong>in</strong>g and hissed at her <strong>to</strong> come and look at <strong>the</strong><br />
pics. She ignored me but I persisted. Eventually she<br />
propped herself up and shushed me.<br />
“Come and look,” I <strong>to</strong>ld her <strong>in</strong>sistently.<br />
“Not <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>se jimjams,” she hissed back. “I<br />
don’t want ano<strong>the</strong>r taste <strong>of</strong> Claire’s cane; one dose<br />
this week is enough for me. Now get back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> bed<br />
before you get yourself whopped.”<br />
“We’re <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> safe zone, Claire will be<br />
downstairs,” I persisted. “Just come and look. Please<br />
Debs, pretty please.”