Mother pushed the door open and put the tray by the bed.
“Wake up,” she said. “time for your medicine. Then you can have your breakfast.”
Susan made a face but swallowed the liquid without arguing. Then she had her breakfast.
“Will I be up in time for the game next Thursday?” she asked.
“I don’t think so, dear. The doctor said at least three weeks, and that won’t be up until Saturday the 20th. That’s a week from today