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someone new who was just as wonderful to her, she

would be forever sitting and staring at her memories.

She would become a different sort of couch potato.

Her mind was jammed full of reruns and replays.

Nothing new loomed on her horizon except for what

we brought home to her, and I wasn't exactly winning

ribbons and awards of any kind.

I felt so helpless, because I didn't want to cry in

front of her or make her feel any worse than she

already felt by sympathizing with her and pointing out

her sadness. For me, it was like watching someone

sinking slowly in quicksand while I was unable even

to hold out a helping hand. All I could do was stand

nearby and see her disappear.

Brenda and Celia both did all they could to

cheer her up later. They had obviously planned some

sort of strategy to help Mama overcome her

agoraphobia. They burst back into the house full of

energy and laughter. Brenda was more talkative than

ever, describing her reunion with her old coach. "I even coached the team for him for a while." "She was great," Celia testified. "She gave one

side a play she uses at college, and they were

unstoppable. Mr. McDermott was pretty impressed. I

hope you can get yourself and April to one of the

games in Memphis. Nora," Celia told Mama. "Oh, we will, we will." Mama promised, but it

was so weak and thin that no one believed her. Later, Mama tried to find every excuse for us

going to dinner without her. She had nothing decent to

wear. She was tired. She would only be a drag on our

happy evening. Celia and Brenda invaded her room and actually picked out her clothing for her, chatting away all the while and drowning out any reluctance Mama could express. They practically carried her out

to the car, laughing off Mama's reluctance.

They kept up their merriment at dinner. Every


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