"Those awful lizards will be here any minute." These things will only let us go about so fast," Phil answered. "Anyway, these roots are thinning out a... we get closer to the stairs." He pushed forward, batting away a couple of tendrils that hadn't gotten the message, and started up the stairs. "Okay, now. You can hurry all you like."They trotted up the stairs, Rowlf and Charley in the lead, and had almost reached the top when a chorus of hissing shrieks told them that they had been spotted."Come. And still the pain persisted, got stronger, more intense. He had seen Doctor Morris and at his request, the heart specialist, Doctor Bledsoe. EKG’s, stress tests and laboratory work had ruled out a problem with his heart. And the pain grew stronger. More tests. And finally, yesterday, the oncologist’s report: It’s the big one. It’s in the pancreas but it has metastasized. It’s incurable. Three months without treatment, possibly up to six months with aggressive radioactive and chemotherapy.. Suddenly the strap of the bag was choking me. I reached back to stop the bag's movement, but its weight and that of the one next to it dragged themselves and me toward the ground. I was yanked to my left; then the bag at my right hip followed suit with the others, swinging behind and then beyond me, and all three bags hauled me down.I fell, face up, my Schwinn toppling away from me. Two of the bags landed beneath me, their wide straps yanking roughly and garotting me from behind as they pulled. Mrs. Dora was justifiably strict with her husband and managed to pressure him to agree to her way of eating healthy. And her husband, Mr. Marko, was obedient. He was a pretty handsome and well-preserved man, but with the new way of healthy eating introduced by his wife, he lost even more weight. But Mrs. Dora still didn't trust her husband… He was really looking forward to going to her mother's for lunch on Sundays, because he was always greeted there by roast meat, potatoes, rice, apple.