"It, the wall, is four feet high. Not something one trips orstumbles over. No. It needs a decision. I am sure she made thatconscious decision. Rehabil...tation pushed her over the edge."David saw her lips twist at the bitterness, the bad taste, of theinvoluntary pun."She had had enough."There was silence between them.David looked back at the little group around the table. Laura waslooking towards them. She caught his eye and smiled with a smallgesture of acknowledgement."It is probably the wrong. I never really had a normal schedule, whatever that might be. I went to bed based on what my next day looked like. I awoke whenever I needed to for the day's activities. On days when I had nothing to do, I woke up when I had slept enough. My sleep routine was as simple as that.So with seven hours sleep I rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get some coffee going. I took my bath just before bedtime the night before. By 6:30 AM I had vanquished the cobwebs in my head, and was petty much. ”We finished our breakfast and took Birgit and Albert with us on our walk to the hospital. After we dropped Jess at the ER, we took a walk around the UofC Campus.“Are you going to keep running with Jacquelyn for the rest of the school year?”“That’s the plan.” I said. “I’m not sure what I’ll do once she goes off to college next August. I have to do something. I was thinking of getting a treadmill, which would make it a lot easier in the winter, because we don’t have a Y membership, and I don’t. "I am here on officialbusiness. Fetch your phone, the photo of perfection, your mp3 player, andlie on the bed -- face down. Now!" The "photo of perfection" is a glossy8x10" B&W photo of Amy's behind taken several years earlier. It serves asa training aid.John quickly scurries around the room in near panic, collecting the items,nearly tripping because of his high heels. He places the mp3 player's earbuds in his ears but does not turn on the player, and lays the photo andphone next to.