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Show 134 bloody, I was running blood at the mouth, I didn't know what to do. All I could think of was to get out of that place, so I went back to the living room and pulled a mournful face. "I naw feeeing so goo." "What? Are you sick?" I nodded, afraid to open my lips at all. "You want some bicarb of soda or something?" I shook my head. My mouth was filling with blood and I was afraid it would back up and run out my nose. Now she was looking at me with concern. "You do look a little pale." I nodded yes yes yes. Pale from loss of blood. With my mouth clamped tightly shut I ran into the bedroom, grabbed my coat, ran back out, patted my bulging mouth, hoping she would interpret it as if I might throw up, and dashed through her door and down the stairs. In the street I ran around the corner onto Chi pita Avenue and down it to the alley, then down the alley, hoping the night watchman wouldn't see me and think I was a sneak thief. With my luck it would be the cop who ticketed me for speeding. There in the shadows I spit out about a pint of blood and then reached in, oh so carefully, and back-turned that thing out. I set it in its cavity and never flipped it out with my tongue again. Kate was afraid it was the food she'd fed me, I said it must have been the flu, so I didn't feel too shamed by myself. In fact, I was thinking of asking her out to dinner when I got my orders. |