“I’m not fainting,” I say. “I... it passed. I don’t know what happened”
“I’m not fainting,” I say. “I… it passed. I don’t know what happened”Midwinter vacation means everyone sleeps in, not just me. When I come downstairs, Henny’s in the kitchen, packing a cooler.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Ice skating,” she says.
“When?”
Henny shoots me a sidelong glance. “Are you up to it?”
My appointment with the GI doctor had been yesterday. He tested me for celiac disease. I don’t yet have the results, but today I’m feeling okay. “I mean, I’m up, aren’t I?”
“Well done,” she says, super sarcastically. “But honestly, it’s hard to take your complaints seriously when you’re suddenly well enough for ice skating.”
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