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Chapter 169 The breakfast of love prepared by Diane

Diane and Donna decided to take Douglas Jr.'s car to Washington, D.C., during the weekend.

The two girls, whose families were not wealthy when they were young, did not go to the nation's capital to visit iconic buildings such as the White House and Capitol Hill like other middle school students. While chatting, both of them suddenly came up with the idea of ​​making up for their regrets.

It happened that Douglas Jr. was going to Washington, D.C., to chat with George about some election fundraising matters. The two best friends took the opportunity to come over. Because of George's relationship, they enjoyed the treatment of being acquaintances of the deputy commander, and had someone to accompany them.

"Are these people visiting tourists? Why are they all carrying a small bag?"

The two girls saw more and more people gathering at the entrance of the Capitol Hill, gathering in front of the Capitol Hill, and then walking towards the Memorial Monument.

"They came to attend a rally. Such rallies happen every now and then, but this one is bigger..." A congressional assistant explained with a smile that the scale of this rally was quite large, with perhaps thousands to tens of thousands of people.

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"What's wrong with you? You seem to be absent-minded." Donna touched Diane's shoulder. Her good friend was not at all happy about fulfilling her childhood wish today.

"Hey, is it okay for Ronnie?" Diane was still worried about Ronald's situation in New York. He never got sick very often, so this time he postponed work and rested at home. It seemed to be quite serious.

"He said it was okay. You are so concerned about him now, but you don't know who he is with in New York..." Donna looked at Diane's face and did not continue.

"It's fine..." Diane didn't want to continue the topic. She continued to walk forward. When the two were about to enter Capitol Hill, Diane suddenly called out, "What is that?"

I saw the rallies outside the Capitol, as if they had made an appointment. One by one, they took out colorful cloths the size of large towels from their small bags and raised them above their heads.

There were cloth strips of various kinds of fabrics, and they seemed to have words embroidered on them. These people started to hold up the cloth strips, and after gathering thirty of them, they set off towards the Memorial to the Fallen Soldiers, and then new people gathered.

"A protest sign, right? Oh, no." Donna covered the sun with her hands and looked into the distance, "No, it seems to be a person's name."

The two were more interested in such large gatherings than in ancient buildings, so they greeted the congressional assistant and walked toward the crowd.

"Are they family members of veterans?" Diane approached and felt that these people's faces were full of sadness, which was not the usual angry expression of protestors. There were young people holding cloth strips in tears, and some young people.

Old parents, try to lift the banner as high as possible so that more people can see their children's names written on it.

Diane and Donna couldn't help but walk forward with these people, and arrived at the large grassy square in front of the Memorial Monument. There were more people here. There were staff who guided the people to a place where there were many sewing machines, and took the sewing machines from those people's hands.

Large and small cloths with names written in different fonts were sewn together, and a group of thirty people's names were sewn into one large piece.

"Bruce Hellas...David Hertz..."

In front of the white monument, there was a stage on which someone installed a large speaker and began to read the names on the unfolded and sewn cloth.

Diane and Donna looked at each other. Although this form of rally was invented by those who opposed the Vietnam War, today's ceremony is obviously not about veterans.

Such a ceremony is carried out in constant silence. Except for the host who reads out the names of the deceased on each unfolded piece of cloth, there are only the low sobs of relatives and friends in the audience.

"How many more people have to die before this government wakes up?"

Finally, an angry woman rushed to the podium, grabbed the microphone, and began to condemn the inaction of the White House and Congress.

"We need AZT, we need the White House and CDC, we need more research funding, we need more research institutes and new drugs..."

The two girls, Diane and Donna, understood. This gathering was for the families of patients who died of AIDS. On each piece of cloth was the name of a person who died of AIDS. Their close relatives and friends took this opportunity to come

commemorate.

Many people cried very sadly. This disease is always considered to be the result of moral corruption, but the thousands of people who died at the scene all had relatives, friends, family members, and children who mourned for them.

In a place like this, you can no longer label them as immoral and condemned by God.



"Ah...ah..." Ronald moaned softly on the big bed at home. After one night, his flu did not get better, but became serious. He knew that he had a severe fever, but he was very weak.

I couldn't even get up and boil a pot of hot black tea and brew some ginger slices.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The phone was still ringing, but in Ronald's ears, there seemed to be a layer of sound behind him, and the sound was silent, as if it was coming from a far away place.

"Well..." Ronald finally reached over and pressed the hands-free button.

"Ronald, you finally answered the phone. There's a big problem on the set, and Weintraub and Michelle Cannold can't find you."

It was Richard on the phone.

"What's the big deal?" Ronald's nose was stuffy and his words were buzzing.

"James Crabbe, the director of photography for Dragon Boy, didn't show up for a few days. When Weintraub went to his house, he found him dead at home."

"Hey..." When Ronald heard about this kind of thing, he felt anxious and sweated profusely. His body actually felt a little better. He sat up from the bed, "What's going on? What's the reason?"

"The hospital's preliminary conclusion is that it is complications caused by AIDS... Did you shake hands or hug him at the project establishment party that day? I contacted the best private hospitals in New York and Los Angeles. You need to get a test immediately...

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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Shxt, I just shook hands with him, I'm not..., let alone shaking hands and hugging, kissing is not contagious." Ronald said in his heart that no matter how he touches,

If something unfortunate like this happens, you have to find another photography director.

"Don't take it lightly. The crew is in panic now. Everyone who has been in close contact with him has gone to the hospital to line up for examination. I'm looking for the best hospital in New York. If you go to draw blood once, it only takes three days to give it."

Preliminary results are out…”

"You are overthinking it. Tell Weintraub that we will wait until I get back. He will find a new photographer to replace him first... um... cough..."

"What's wrong with you? I seem to hear you coughing. Ronald, do you have any cold symptoms? I'll go to Los Angeles to find you right away..."

"Bang...", an annoyed Ronald hung up the phone. I pay attention to safety measures every time, okay, this guy...

"Uh...cough..." Ronald coughed again after exerting too much force. Shaking, he got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, then climbed back into bed, and went back to sleep.



"Rick, does your client Ronald have a different orientation? How come it is such a coincidence that James Crabbe died and he stopped showing up? I heard that when this virus is infected, there will be many

Severe cold-like symptoms." Agents within CAA began to gossip about Niceta and Richard.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Everyone knows that Ronald likes beautiful women. Is it because your clients can't get girlfriends of Ronald's level, so you are asked to come here and learn how to bark like a dog?" Niceta hit back hard at these colleagues.

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"I'm afraid I can't go to New York with you. There's a big fuss about James Crabb's death from AIDS. Someone is deliberately spreading rumors about Ronald. Now Kelly McGillis and Annette Bening are calling,

Ask about Ronald's condition.

And Cindy Crawford also came to me through her agent to get information. The most outrageous thing, even fucking Madonna called me... When did Ronald have an affair with her?"

"I will definitely ask Ronald to go to the hospital, so that all the rumors can be quelled." Richard picked up the briefcase and prepared to set off. These female celebrities are probably afraid that they will be infected.

"Explain to Ronald that this is mainly because someone is spreading rumors about him, so you need to explain it as quickly as possible. He understands."



Sure enough, someone deliberately spread rumors. This time, Ronald was suspected of being infected with a super virus, which spread very quickly. Even Helen Slater in Toronto, Canada, received an anonymous phone call to break the news.

Helen greeted director Cameron Crowe and ran to the hotel to make an international long distance call to Ronald.

"I received an anonymous call about you, but don't worry, AZT can now control the condition very well. Ryan White's original doctor said he could only live for six months, but he is already alive after taking the drug.

It’s been more than four years, and I still appear on talk shows frequently.”

"What are you talking about? Who is Ryan White? Cough cough cough..." Ronald was woken up, his head was still groggy, and he couldn't understand what Helen meant.

Helen heard on the phone that Ronald seemed to be very ill. She couldn't help it and burst into tears, "I...I mean...Ronald, I'm very worried about you...I asked for leave to go back to see you and stay with you."

You should go to the hospital for a checkup. This virus is very serious. But medicine is developing rapidly now, so don't worry..." She was afraid that Ronald would hear her crying, so she quickly covered the receiver.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just the flu. I'm very sleepy and want to go to bed. Don't ask for leave, the movie is important..." Ronald felt groggy for a while and hung up the phone. He felt a chill again and quickly put it down.

Wrapped in quilt.

"Who are you? Why are you saying this to me?" Cameron Crowe also received an anonymous call over there. He asked who the other party was, but only heard a beep after hanging up.



"It turns out that this disease is not entirely caused by people with abnormal orientations?" Diane and Donna watched the rally for a long time, and there were volunteers distributing various science pamphlets to onlookers.

Neither the CDC nor the White House is willing to acknowledge the extent of the AIDS epidemic, leaving them alone to promote society's awareness of the disease.

The booklet is told from the perspective of a boy named Ryan White. He is a hemophiliac. He was infected with a virus during a blood transfusion. Because the school did not allow him to continue attending school, he chose to go to court. After winning, he was infected with the virus.

Back to school.

He told a lot about the various discriminations he suffered because of this disease, and explained the origin of the virus. Finally, he called on everyone not to discriminate against patients, and please support calling on the White House and Congress to speed up the CDC's approval of the use of the effective drug AZT, and

Investment in research and development of new drugs.

Because this little boy is a victim with no moral flaws, his perspective is very convincing. Many people have begun to agree that not all these patients deserve this, and the pathology and drug treatment must be studied as soon as possible, otherwise this will

become a problem for the whole society.

Diane read some popular science and knew that simple insurance measures can basically prevent infection. The two best friends went away for a day today, ordered takeout, went into the hotel, and started eating dinner.

"CDC Director Fauci said that the first death from the flu this year was a Wisconsin woman. She and her husband visited a local pig fair and died. Afterwards, tests showed that the flu was of the H1N1 type.

Fauci calls on everyone to get vaccinated, which can significantly reduce the risk..."

"Huh?" Diane looked at NBC News and thought of Ronald, "Do you think Ronald will be fine? This flu seems to be very serious..."

"Call him and ask..." Donna thought it wasn't that serious.

"Beep beep..." Diane put down the phone and called three times in a row, but Ronald didn't answer the phone. Her heart began to hang...

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No, Donna, I can't accompany you anymore, I have to go back and take a look..." Diane began to pack her clothes.

"Okay, I'll call Doug and we'll go back together." Donna suspected that Ronald might not have heard the call, but she was afraid of what might happen.

"When you get to New York, call me back..." Little Doug quickly got a vehicle with a driver and sent them back overnight.

"I know, take care of yourself..." Donna kissed little Douglas on the face and called up Diane who was still watching TV, "Diane..."

"The third presidential debate will be held tomorrow. There is news that Governor Dukakis may have been infected with the latest influenza, but the campaign team refused to comment on this and stated that there are no rumors that can affect Dukakis.

of attendance.”

Diane became more and more panicked as she watched. Without saying hello to Douglas, she ran outside to get in the car.



"Dong dong dong..." Diane was banging on the door, "Ronald, are you there?"

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening, and after more than four hours of driving, Diane and Donna, who had just returned to their house on Fifth Avenue, arrived at the door of Ronald's house under the leadership of the housekeeper.

"I am a relative of his. Please open the door and let's take a look. Ronald may be sick..." Donna took out her driver's license and showed it to the housekeeper. After the other party checked the name of the emergency contact that Ronald left,

Take out the spare key and open the door.

"Ronald..." Diane ran into the bedroom. Under the messy quilt, half of Ronald's head was exposed, and his head was covered with sweat.

"Ah..." Ronald was woken up by the dazzling light, looking at Diane and Donna behind him who were full of concern, "Why are you here?"

Drinking the hot ginger black tea made by Diane and eating the pizza she ordered, Ronald, who had been hungry all day without drinking hot water, regained some strength. Ronald's thermometer was still quite high, but after Donna found it

After examination, the doctor said there was no special danger.

Ronald asked them to stay three meters away from him to prevent him from being infected. He repeatedly said that he was fine and could rest assured. He just fell asleep and did not hear the phone call outside.

However, Diane refused to leave Ronald alone in the big house anymore, insisting on accompanying him and having someone just in case.

Ronald had no choice but to agree not to sleep in the same room and let Diane sleep in the next room, so he wouldn't have to worry if he was fine tomorrow.

To be honest, Ronald didn't want Diane to leave. Living alone in a big house, there was no one to boil hot water and order takeout when he was sick, and he felt very pitiful.

Diane didn't insist. After checking Ronald's condition, she asked Donna to go back to her apartment to sleep and wait until tomorrow to change her shift.

After replenishing hot water and food and regaining some energy, Ronald finally had a good sleep and didn't wake up until dawn the next morning.

He seemed to hear Diane talking on the phone outside. Ronald, who was still a little weak, lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed to relax.

"Hey, Mom, do you know how to make boiled eggs? Just put them in a pot of hot milk and cook them? How long does it take to cook them? Yes, it can't be too old. He doesn't like to eat too old ones...

Hmm, six and a half minutes, right? How do you make scrambled eggs? What pan should you use? In a pan, add butter, two tablespoons of butter? Put the egg liquid with milk on medium-low heat, and add salt when it's almost cooked.

,understood."

Diane wanted to make breakfast for Ronald early in the morning. She had never done it before, so she had to call her mother for advice. While making long-distance calls, she cooked eggs and omelettes, and she actually finished it well.

Add some bacon and vegetables, toast two slices of bread, and a good breakfast is ready.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

"Here it comes..." Diane knew that it was Donna who was coming to take over.

"Diane, what did you cook? Well, it tastes very good. You need to flip the omelette a few more times to make it just right. You can add more pepper. Ronald likes it. It is also good for the flu."

In addition to Donna, there was also Aunt Karen who came in. She came to see Ronald with a large pot of chicken soup that she had cooked early in the morning. She glanced at the breakfast in the kitchen, inspected it and was very satisfied, and then passed it on.

A few hands Ronald's favorite approach.

"Diane, are you there? I want to drink some hot water..." Ronald gathered his strength and opened the curtains. The sun shone in and made him feel comfortable, so he called out to Diane to give him some water.

"Chicken soup is good for colds..." Aunt Karen scooped a bowl of chicken soup for Diane and motioned for her to take it in with breakfast. Then she walked away with Donna with a smile.

"Dang, room service..." Diane was holding a large tray with bacon, fried eggs, and the smell of chicken soup, which made Ronald stunned for a moment.

Ronald always prepared breakfast for the lady on the morning after the storm. Among so many women he had relationships with, Diane was the first to prepare breakfast for him.

The warm chicken soup flowed into his stomach, as well as the delicious scrambled eggs with pepper. Ronald tasted it very much, and it seemed to be similar to Aunt Karen.

"Would you like some more?" Diane saw that Ronald was enjoying his meal.

Ronald shook his head to indicate that he was full.

"Then you have a good rest. I'm right here. If you need anything, just call me." Diane turned on the TV for Ronald, then put a pillow for him and went out first with the tableware.

"The Dukakis campaign said the governor is determined to attend the evening debate..."

"CDC Director Fauci said that he heard the appeals of AIDS victims in Washington yesterday, and that more funds and resources, as well as top researchers, need to be invested before we can hope to discover new treatments..."

Ronald took the remote control, turned down the volume, and lay down to sleep, finding a more comfortable position.

Ronald seemed to smell the faint aroma of chicken soup in his nose, the same smell that Diane had on a housewife who was busy in the kitchen.

Ronald looked at the white roof and remained motionless. The sun shone on his body, making his body warm.

It feels really good to have someone you love taking care of you.


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