 Tea ain't no good after it gets cold. Couldn't you just try a sip or two, Mrs. Darby? No, I don't think so, Mary. I don't know what the matter is. You're listening to Mary Foster, the editor's daughter. We'll be right back with more after this. The memory is shot. My legs feel like lead. Every muscle in my body is screaming. So why does everyone think the problem is in my head?