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After Jack dropped me off, I went right to my bedroom. I needed a nap in the worst way. But before I could rest, I had to get things straight. I sqaitted down at the end of the bed and took hold of the footboard. I only had to lift it enough to slide my little Persian prayer rug under one foot, then the other foot. Then I just pulled on the rug, duck-walking back- wards, using my leg muscles and not straining my back, the way Lilias tells us. In the middle I had to straighten up and move the night stand and the wastebasket out of the way and push a bit on the headboard. A few minutes later I had a North-South bed, stretched right along the wall. It made the room so much bigger, there was almost enough space to form up a square and dance. I got into bed, lined myself up and did my yoga relaxation exercise. Soon I could feel it — the energy was coming in at the top of my head and running right through my body and out my toes. It was like those little rivers that cut across the beach, the fresh water gliding so clear, flowing and flowing into the sea but never running out. To me a nap means an hour, but that afternoon I slept on and on. When I woke up a shaft of late sunlight was shining from the living room window right into my bedroom door. I lay there a while just looking at the dust motes dancing in the air. I felt fine — I could tell that the forces had cleared out some of my negative energy already. When I made myself look at the clock, it said five-thirty. I put on my jeans and sneakers and my "The Force Be With You" sweatshirt. I got a Celeste Pizza for One out of the freezer and took the key to Jack's house off the hook by the door. The air outside was like a margarita — cool and sweet with that little rim of salt. I went in the back way, past the roses. They looked like they had been strung with Christmas bulbs glowing red, yellow, and orange. But those were the buds; I left a lot of them on every bush. The Maynards' house was hot - they always kept the thermostat up for Polly. She had folded the Spanish shawl at the foot of her couch. An empty oxygen tank was lying there like a faithful dog, waiting for someone who might never return. I put the pizza on top of the stove with a note: "Dear Jack, Hope all went well at the hospital. I've turned on the oven. Take this out of the box and heat it for twelve minutes. You should think about getting a microwave, they're awfully handy. Love to Polly." I signed it Grace, like what you say before dinner. Then I drove down to the Villa Napoli for a really good Italian meal. Naturally, I had to pass Ernie's house as I wound my way down the hill. But I didn't stop. I knew I could leave things to forces larger than my own. <<| 1
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