Polly Sutton woke up the next day with a splitting headache and grabbed a pillow to cover her head, wishing she could just suffocate herself with it. Her whole body ached as if she'd run five miles and been beaten up.
Victor Parker stood by, holding a cup of coffee, watching the woman on the bed writhing in pain. Now she knew what suffering felt like.
Polly wanted to speak, but suddenly realized her throat was painfully hoarse. After struggling to sit up with her disheveled hair, she looked at Victor and asked, "My voice, what happened?"
It sounded like a broken bell.
Victor: "You sang 'You Love Your Country' all night. Be glad you can still talk."
Polly: "..."
Polly moved her body, and her whole body felt like it was exploding with pain.
"Did you hit me?"
Victor: "You did several sets of elementary school aerobics, and when that wasn't enough, you added a few animal exercises, sword dancing, and..."
