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Jon would have difficulty seeing the white line on the highway, Claire thought. That would be their biggest problem. They had done a great deal of talking the past few days, with each other as well as with the participants at the annual conference, and now they were quiet. It was a good silence. Comfortable. Their part in the conference had gone exceedingly well. It was always that way when there were many new, sharp, fresh rehabilitation specialists in the audience, hungry to see them. Being in a workshop led by Jon and Claire Harte-Mathias was viewed almost as a rite of passage.
I can’t breathe that way. Have to sleep sitting up. ” She thought—although couldn’t have sworn to it—that there was a faint bluish tint to his lips. “Probably,” he admitted. She noticed the small gold hoop in his left ear. ” She touched it lightly. “You like it? ” She felt the threat of tears in the back of her throat and behind her eyes. He would never fit in, this boy. At one time, when he was very small, he had. But his classmates had grown and played hard and flourished while he had stayed small, his body weakening, almost month by month.
She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “No,” she said. ” THEY ATE DINNER AFTER making love, the stir-fried chicken and vegetables by this time sodden but delicious. Then they sat in the den by a glowing fire, comparing their schedules for the week. It was close to midnight when Brian finally persuaded her to go to bed for the night. She was afraid of bed, afraid that sleep would be elusive. Once in bed, she tried to block thoughts of the AMC program from her mind, but they were replaced by images of Jordan Wiley, small and gaunt, bright and ever hopeful.