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Show "Well, I want to give today. What's wrong, ain't I good enough for you today?" "You can only give twice a week and you can't give two days in a row. You know that. Besides, you're drunk. We can't take your blood if you're drunk. You know that, too." The drunk made an ugly face to go with his nose. The man and the woman moved down the counter, away from him. One of the other girls in white looked up from the cubicle where she had been taking a blood pressure. "Shall we call the cops?" she said matter-of-factly. "Even if we took it," said the girl with the folders, "we couldn't use it." "Don't give me that. You just don't like my looks today." "We'd better call," came the voice from the cubicle. "No cops," said the man with the broken nose. His voice had risen. "You can come back on Monday. You know the rules." "Rules," he said. "Who do you people think you are anyway with all your fucking rules, God?" He waved a fist in the air but it didn't look dangerous. Those on the cots watched from prone positions The girl in the cubicle dialed a telephone number. "That's it," he said loudly, "you people think you're God, you really do." But as he spoke he was watching the girl at the phone, and when she began to talk into it his arm suddenly fell back to his side. "All right," he said, "screw it then. Screw you all. No cops. |