place in Mt. Adams. Entering the restaurant, the familiar aroma of baking bread and pizza smells awoke in her a sense of panic she could not explain. She didn't know what was happening to her. Dizzy, her nerves assailed her, and she headed for the Ladies Room.
In the bathroom, she put a cool moist cloth on her neck. She felt her pulse, it was bounding and rapid. A film of moisture broke out on her forehead and her palms were clammy. Her chest kind of hurt. I must be having a heart attack, she thought desperately. She dashed back to the dining room where Jake was having a beer. "We have to go to the Emergency room," she said at once, "Now!"
In the emergency room, Lulu was whisked to a cubicle, placed on oxygen, an IV inserted in her arm, and a hookup of a multitude of electronic wires made between herself and the monitor. Two hours later, where they waited not so patiently, the ER doctor appeared.
He listened to her symptoms which had begun to subside with entering the hospital. He spoke calmly: "What has happened," he said, "is that you have had a panic attack.'
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