human
Hello, Jimsy!
gpt
Beastly, but it doesn't really matter. We're certain to---- she broke off and looked closely at him.
human
Jimsy, what's the matter?
gpt
Oh ... nothing.
human
Yes, there is! Come on in the house. There's no one home. Stepper's driving Miss Bruce-Drummond and Muzzie's being marcelled. She did not speak again until they were in the living room.
gpt
Now, tell me.
human
Why--it's nothing, really. Feeling kind of seedy, that's all. Didn't have much sleep.
gpt
Jimsy! You didn't--you weren't out with Carter?
human
Just for a little while. We went to a Movie. Coach told us to--keep our minds off the game. But I was home and in the house at nine-thirty. It was--Dad. He came in about midnight. I--I didn't go to bed at all.
gpt
Her eyes yearned over him, over them both.
human
Jimsy, I'm so terribly sorry. Is he--how is he now?
gpt
Sleeping. I guess he'll sleep all day. Gee--I wish I could!
human
Jimsy, you've got to sleep now. You've got to put it--you've got to put your father away--out of your mind. You don't belong to him to-day; you belong to the team; you belong to L. A.... No matter what's happening to _you_, you've got to do your best--and--and _be_ your best.
gpt
If I can,
human
Lie down on the couch.
gpt
Oh, I don't want to lie down, Skipper--I'll just----
human
Lie down on the couch, Jimsy! She herded him firmly to the couch, tucked a soft, flat pillow under his head, threw a light afghan over him. Then she opened a window wide to the wet sweet air and drew the other shades down, and came to sit on the floor beside him, talking all the time, softly, lazily, about the English lady novelist who didn't take sugar
gpt
her porridge ... about the giddy mocking bird, singing in the rain ... about a new book which Carter thought was wonderful and which she couldn't see through at all ... until his quick, burdened breathing yielded to a long relaxing sigh like that of a tired puppy, and the hope of L. A. High and the last of the
human
Wild Kings