Lion, Tiger, Bear | 233 A breeze blew in through the porchs open French doors, ruffling the sheets of newspaper, testing their poor aerodynamics in case a few decided to take flight. One did, and Bea caught it on the tip of her shoe. He tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three date palms. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. After a time Peter began to wander about, goingUppity-Uppitynot very fast, and looking all round. He found an immense door in a temple wall, but it was locked, and there was no roomforafat little rabbit to squeeze underneath the 500-ton polygonal blocks.’ Bernie made no sound other than his breathing. She gently curled up next to him on the bed, sharing warmth, and kept on with a very soft voice. An hour later, chilled, Bea shut the book. She went into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. Cmon. Lets get you up. Time for a wash. You reek. Dizzy, he struggled. N-no, want a.. .bourbon. Up! And no gin-juice, itll make your pain and melancholia worse when it wears off, Herr Steiner. Helping him out of his dots and into the bath, she found a sea sponge and began to gently soap him up, the bruises that Gwafa had given him still blue. She could tell his vibratory spirit, his frequency, was at a low point, the oscillations rolling swells of stormy ocean. She kissed his forehead and sang her song about the seven cats and seven sacks, the one she would sing to her boys back at the orphanage in London, ones like homeless Charlie Martin who shook for hours in her arms from fear and neglect. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, how many were there going to Saint Ives? After dressing him and putting him back to bed, she called down for some mineral water, ice, fruit, and sandwiches. They both ate a little; Bea put ice in the medical rubber bag and iced his head for an hour. Soon he was out cold again, and she kissed his ear. Love you Peter. Bea awoke on the chaise longue. She checked her watch: 6:31 a.m. In an hour she would report back for more training and lectures, which had been most intensive. Bernie flushed the toilet and emerged fully dressed for breakfast downstairs. He fiddled with a cufflink.