We might ought to get you in a tub first.

Source: Pachell, Ann. 1993. 'The Patron Saint of Liars' New York:Ivy Books (author is from Los Angeles, CA) Full Context: twisting myself around trying to get into them set off a pain I hadn't felt in weeks. I sat back down on the bed and lifted the heavy cast up with both hands. I looked at it, lying there on the unmade bed. It wasn't my leg at all. Then my father came in and he looked at it too. " Come on, " he said, and he looped one of my arms over his neck and pulled me up slow. " Girlfriend's coming over, " he said. " We might ought to get you in a tub first. " My father was a big man, though not as big as I turned out to be. That year he would have been thirty-nine, since he was only twenty-two when I was born. It's something, to remember my father young like that, knowing I'm so much older now than he was on that day. We crowded into the bathroom, him and me and my cast, and he shut the door. " Don't think I