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balked at walking too far and returned instead to make

her bed and clean the house. She claimed it was her

day for vacuuming, but lately every day was her day

for vacuuming.

"She grew panicky as soon as we were five hundred yards from our property. Doesn't she go for

walks at all anymore?" Brenda asked me.

"Not that I know, I'm in school most of the

day."

"She's become agoraphobic," Celia said. "What's that?" I asked quickly.

"She gets panic attacks, anxiety probably

stemming from deep depression. I learned about it in

my introduction to psych course last semester," she

added. "That's why she wasn't so upset last night

about our not going out after all."

Brenda nodded.

"What should we do?" I asked, developing

some panic myself. "She might need some

professional help. Brenda," Celia said.

"Yes. Before we return to school. I'll have a talk

with her and try to persuade her to see someone,"

Brenda said.

They went to her room to talk about it, leaving

me out as if I were too young to understand. I went to

make my own bed and straighten up my things.

Shortly afterward. Brenda pulled me aside and told

me I should personally thank Celia for helping me last

night. She practically pushed me in her direction. She

was sitting in the living room, flipping through a

magazine, and looked up when I entered.

"I want to thank you for helping me out and


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