she realizes that that the sun is about to set. she starts heading home when she gets home she puts her jacket on the chair and heads up stares. she gets ready to go to bed after she is ready. she heads to bed and falls asleep around two in the morning she wakes up to the sound of thumping like someone stomping on pavement getting closer to her window suddenly it stops and there is something standing out side of her window the scarecrow opens it and grabs Lucy and shoves her in a bag Lucy screams but it does not wake up anyone. the scarecrow sprinkles sleeping dust around her head Lucy passes out.
Mariam is seen supporting Laila, Aziza, and Zalmai throughout the novel. One night when Mariam was constantly awaken by the scorching heat she went downstairs to drink a glass of water and she noticed Aziza lying awake beside Laila on the floor. Mariam immediately noticed that the little girl was “dressed like a damn boy” (243). A few days later Laila “found a stack of baby clothes, neatly folded, outside her bedroom door” (247). Laila knew that Mariam had generously given these clothes to her for the reason that Mariam knew that Rasheed was not going to buy any for her, and since Aziza was the first person to love Mariam “so undeservedly” (252) Mariam felt a connection between both of them.
I wake up like this every morning. I am angry all the time, and I don’t know why!” Shortly after her conversation, she hangs up the phone and proceeds to step down the stairs, only to trip and fall, seriously injuring herself. Jean is shown in a later scene, speaking to Rick. She explains, with a hint of gratitude, that Maria was the one who drove her to the hospital after her fall, stating that Carol, the friend who she was talking to, was too busy “getting a massage” to come and help her. After her accident, Jean is significantly more friendly towards Maria.
Mable has multiple bruises as well. The staff then wanted to shower her Grandmother, despite recommendation that they sponge bathe her because of the wound, they showered her anyway (Susan's aunt noted that the shower had feces in it). The aunt also noted feces on wipes kept in the bathroom. The family began to look for alternative placement. Susan reported that her mother was visiting during a meal time, when she overheard another resident being
Beep. Beep. “Moriah, wake up it’s time for school,” I hear my grandma say next to me in the bed. My auntie’s California king bed makes her sound so far and yet so close. For a while I lay there, not wanting to obstruct my sleep but then I resolve that it’s time to get out of the bed so I thrust myself up and out of the bed reluctantly.
Emotional – choking up – she tells of how Clementi’s story resonated with her mother: She was “reliving a time when she made me shower with the bathroom door open, reliving a time when both my parents thought I would be humiliated to death – literally.” Jay Heinrichs’ book Thank You For Arguing analyzes the effectiveness of pathos-based arguments as emotional appeals. He writes that “... pathos depends on self-control. A persuader who apparently struggles to hold back her emotions will get better results than one who displays her emotions all over the floor of a bank” (Heinrichs 84). This is precisely what Lewinsky does to perfection. Only once during the speech is she moved to such emotion, and it’s when she’s discussing what her mother had to go through and while telling the story of a young man who took his life way too young.
We were both thinking about it so when we got home we both started to sing her favorite song and somehow it gave us a sense of peace and relief. Immediately after we entered the house it began to hail and the noise of the ice pelting against the roof was the sound of a drum growing louder and louder. I had to stay strong for my sister, and I couldn’t show any sign of fear even though inside I was terrified to. After I had fixed dinner and tucked Catalina into bed the storm seized. I didn’t want to walk outside to see the damage of the storm so instead I went to sleep.
She was telling me to clean my room before I leave which was not less than a lecture for me in the early morning. I get frustrated and not only said her some rude words but was quite loud to her. I left the house in anger therefore I didn’t attend the first lecture. Meanwhile to spend some time I went to cafeteria. I was enjoying my cup of tea with my favorite
I sat on her messy bed that I would have to tidy up soon and let hot tears stroll down my cheeks. She convinced me that tonight would not be terrible and to start on her chores. I repeated the horrible process of folding copious amounts of blankets, organizing her disheveled room, and taking out the trash. As soon as I finished, I sat down on my bed with butterflies in my stomach. Sam walked into my room lightheartedly and we chatted until the clock struck twelve.
Exhaustion still clung to her frail body when she awoke after her day-long rest. Thankfully she arose a few hours before the betrothal feast was set to begin, enough time for every handmaid to clean each Rickert child, dress them, and teach them a few manners. The hot bath steamed with tranquility as Karine submerged her naked body in the water. With the falling snow outside, the already-hot waters of the Southern Kingdom felt warmer, like bathing in fire. Goosebumps etched themselves into her skin as Phyllis rubbed scented oils into her scalp soothingly.
While she was finishing her bath, Henry had put on his nightclothes- she was at a disadvantage. When he stood to dry, she had adverted her eyes, but not Henry; his eyes took in every inch of her body while lying in bed waiting for her to join him. Timidly, she dried her body and then donned her gown, before walking to the bed. She had butterflies in her stomach as she stood beside the bed waiting on him to extinguish the lamp; however, he had no intention of smothering the flame. After a moment, she slid her gown off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor in a puddle at her feet.
“Five more minutes,” she said, pulling the covers over her head. I will never drink again, I thought. Never again. I slid my legs across the bed, then downwards, gradually allowing the soles of my feet to touch the floor. Slowly and deliberately, I steadied myself, and shuffled into the bathroom.
That’s when she walked into the visitor’s bathroom, and cut her wrist with the teeth of the paper towel dispenser (18), “There was a jab, bright beads of blood, and finally I was OK.” Callie stated after (18). Throughout the story this didn’t affect her anymore, until one night, Callie was about to go to sleep when she got notified that she got a call, she walked to the phone booths and answered it. On the other line was her mother. She tells Callie, “They [Sea Pines] say they might send you home... They won’t let you back in school either, not until you’ve had your treatment.” She then explains that it’s costing their family lots of money, her father will get really mad, and so on (48).
“What? Eww, that is so gross! How do you know that?” I replied. “I heard them talking. As soon as they go into mom’s room and shut the door, I go into the bathroom and put my ear up to the wall to see what they are talking about.” “I hear a lot of things that go on in that bedroom” Trudy said, as she smiled at me and pulled me towards the porch.