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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 15 "Hey," says Mark. "You're crying." "I am not. I never cry." "You know I love you, Jo." "I love you, too." I don't want to have to come back here to this dreary place, This is not the way it's supposed to be. Please, please don't leave me here again! "Do you want me to go up with you?" Mark kisses me goodbye at the elevator. "No. I'll be all right." I lie. What a long day this is going to be. In celebration of Operation Day they rout me from my bed at four A.M. and send me to the shower. I have never liked rising at four A.M. or showering. I polished my fingernails last night so they wouldn't cut my arm off - it made some dumb sense at the time - the polish was my last hold onto the real world of order and poise. My last defense. They made me remove the polish. In this alcove off the operating room, a lovely girl with |
