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when she got them, Aurora sat on her bed and cried over the loss. The
weeping puzzled Aurora since what was lost had been found. Her husband
came into the bedroom and found her sniffling. He patted her hair to
comfort her and told his wife he'd noticed that she seemed to be losing
weight, that she should go for her annual checkup. "That's silly, dear,"
Aurora said. "I'm not depressed, I feel fine. In fact, I feel better than I have
in years." Then a flood of tears erupted from nowhere and Henry insisted
she call Dr. Fineberg for an appointment.
The doctor confirmed that Aurora shed fourteen pounds but saw no
cause for alarm since her vital signs were perfect. The one thing that
bothered Dr. Fineberg was that, when he measured her, she came up
nearly two inches shorter than his records indicated.
He said there was the possibility of osteoporosis, prescribed calcium
pills, and suggested a bone scan in the near future, adding that there was
no reason for alarm. Aurora wanted to ask him about her breasts. They
seemed smaller to her but could easily be ascribed to the reduction of
body fat. The whole subject was embarrassing so Aurora let it pass,
agreeing to come in for a checkup in six months or sooner if her scale gave
cause for concern.
When she left Dr. Fineberg's office, Aurora stopped at her favorite
icecream parlor and ordered a hot fudge sundae with nuts and whipped
cream. After that, she went shopping at a local mall until she found a
paisley tie she thought Joe Luna might like. When she mailed it, along
with a Thank You note for retrieving her treasured earring, she realized
the tie was probably too conservative for him, that Luna would probably
prefer a design showing something like a torrent of golf balls dangling
under his excuse for a chin.
In the same store where she'd bought the tie Aurora got herself a LOVE
ME TENDER Elvis poster that she hung over her bed. Henry got home
after midnight too tired to notice the poster or anything else. He said he'd
been trapped in a gut-grinding meeting with a vicious new client. He got
into bed yawning and reached out for Aurora but she pulled away, rolled
over on her stomach and whispered, "Not tonight."
Henry was asleep before she got the words out. Aurora drifted off
thinking that Henry might or might not like the poster but if her father
could come to terms with pierced ears her husband could learn to live
with Elvis. Henry, her husband? Her husband, Henry? Aurora Platz? She
giggled into the pillow while she slipped her hand down between her legs
thinking about Elvis's smooth fingers flying like the wind over the frets of
his guitar.
The next Friday, Aurora lost her job at Wentor Industries for sassing
back at her boss.
Mr. Dubman had called her on the carpet for writing an evaluation of a
potential employee that described the young man as a hunk and used the
word cute three times in one paragraph. Dubman took the opportunity to
comment on her clothing. He said she was violating Wentor's "dress code"
which Aurora never knew officially existed. He pointed out her torn jeans
with rolled bottoms and the Staying Alive T-shirt with John Travolta's
picture. He said Wentor Industries was not a disco.
Dubman was so acerbic and obnoxious Aurora screamed that he was a