I think the Chicago bears look good, Mike said. Everything is all right? Rose asked. F-fine, Bill said.He cocked a thumb in Eddie's direction. Our friend had an asthma attack. He took his medication. He's better now. Rose looked at Eddie, concerned. Better, Eddie Wheezed. You would like that I clear now? Very shortly, Mike said, and offered a large false smile. Was good? Her eyes surveyed the table again, a bit of doubt overlaying a deep well of serenity. She did not see the cricket, the eyes, the teeth, or the way Bill's fortune cookie appeared to be breathing. Her eye similarly passed over the bloodstian splotchy on the table cloth without trouble.
