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(3:48. Both feet moving well. Jane could also turn her head to the right, on the column of her neck, to look towards me a bit, in a way she can’t usually do. “I feel like I’m in a saddle,” she said. I gave her some ginger ale.
(4:00. Cathy. Ginger ale. Temperature, 98.2.
(4:41 PM. Jane had done well, I told her. She sipped some ginger ale. “I don’t know whether I should tell you this or not,” she said, “but for the last couple of days I’ve had the suspicion that he’s started another book. Maybe he didn’t want to tell me so I wouldn’t get upset about it. But when he says “comments” I figure he’s separating book material from stuff about me....”
(After getting the ginger ale, I read the session to her that she’d given so far, then made sure the door to 330 was closed as much as possible. [...]