"Fuego! Levantese, senora. Hay un fuego en su casa, dama." "Oh, it is you, Hispanic Betty. There isn't a fire, you silly deranged fool." "No, hay un fuego.I heard the fire bell." "Oh, all right. Just trying to get your attention." She had to muster up all her strength to make her ideas cohesive and sensible. She smiled with the full manipulation of her white fangs. "Please go after some asprin. I swear I can't take much more of this without some relief. El dolor esta desmasiado. Por favor compreme unos asprina a la 7-11 convenience tienda." She closed her eyes. Words were arduous feats. "Esta usted enferma otra vez?" "Yeah, sick again. I thought you were on vacation. No desea ir el vacaciones?" "Purse. La otra noche perdi mi monedero." "Yeah, I saw your purse, tu bolsa upstairs--arriba la escalera; but run to the convenience store or the grocery store for the asprin-- whatever is quickest. Rapidamente!" "No, dama. Hoy no tengo trabajar hasta cinco." "For Pete's sake usted es terrible perezosa. You are floja-lazy floja, floja-lazy." "I'm not none floja, please Miss. I'm your good illegal trabajadora. Don't throw me in the streets." Gabriele again thought of having figuratively tossed the carcass of Rita/Lily into the thickets of weeds on the embankment."Please, Hispanic Betty, as one of our family go out to get it and then you can have the day off hasta cinco por la tarde." "You won't fire me now for looking floja?" "Not if you filfill my fucking request and get the goddamn asprin." After she took the asprin she got some relief. She had Hispanic Betty get Nathaniel ready for summer school and then she sent him off in a taxi herself. When both were gone she ate a little something. When she recovered more of her strength her mind was still very groggy and painting was far removed from the agenda of the day. Since there was no painting there was no agenda and so she began to clean the house. Inaction, she thought, might lead to a void. A void in the proper state of mind could lead a strong person to philosophic discoveries and a strengthening of one's fortitude; but in weakness a void required energy to escape, and so it was best to keep busy. She saw that a string of cobwebs was dangling from one of the elements of the chandalier. She looked at it, and not knowing how to get up there she decided that this was not a good place to start on a day when one happened to be sick; and so she went into Nathaniel's room.