Beth's Mom

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I woke up slowly, stretching tentatively, feeling the aches and pains that came from the first week of hard work as a roustabout in the oilfields in and around Brea. I staggered out of bed, winced at the effort of pulling on my boxers, then tottered across the room feeling wooden, as if I had no joints. I opened the bedroom door and limped into the hall towards the bathroom.Good morning, Brad, said Mrs. Arnold from the breakfast nook.Unnh. Morning, I said. I looked towards her, but the blazing sun coming through the sliding glass doors behind her made me squint. I gave a little wave and kept walking towards the bathroom.Would you like some breakfast? How about some scrambled eggs with onions and cheese?Sure, thanks, I said. I stuck out an arm to prop myself up against the wall of the hallway.What's wrong, Brad? she said. I held my hand over my eyes to block out the sun. My pupils were adjusting to the light, and I could see her face now, looking at me over the top of her morning newspaper. Looking concerned.Nothing, I said. I'm okay. Just really sore. Tough week at work is all.Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do? She stood up. Why don't you come in here and I'll find you some Advil.In a minute, Mrs. Arnold, thanks. I just need to pee