Julie was not so lucky (or perhaps fleet-footed) as Pete; she threw up in the hallway at school this afternoon. So now it's her turn to lie on the towel-lined couch sipping water and watching TV. This just serves as a reminder that no matter how much you try to plan things (for instance, coming up with some sort of rough funeral/shiva plans in the absence of an actual date or time, since Gram is still hanging on), they have a way of happening however they want.
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