At the bottom
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Zelma was lost. Her rhythm was gone and her ambition was toast. She couldn't get and couldn't figure a normal schedule. Roger was gone. The U.S. Army had shipped him over to Korea. Gone for over two months now and little news. No news was killing Zelma slowly. She didn't eat and couldn't bring herself to do anything else. She just sat at the bottom of the stairs everyday waiting on Roger to return.