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Show 3 13 "She's 0/K." "I could take her in my car." "Thanks, thanks, but she's 0/K. Just turned it, maybe a little sprain." I tried to look like an expert at first-aid, and then I practically slamned the door in his face. Carrie had been standing just behind him, probably wondering if I was finishing Kite off inside the p7 apartment, but that was no excise for tiie way I treated that -an, who had just made one of the nicest gestures a stranger has ever made to me. Then I realized that in closing the door and sealing them out, I had sealed myself in with a problem. If her ankle was broken, now what would I do? I felt terrible. "You'd better call a doctor-" Kite said. "What doctor?" "My doctor. His number's written inside the front of the phone book." "What111 I tell him? Don't you think you ought to wait to see how you feel?" "I feel Kusy.' "But what'11 I tell aim;'" "Tell him I'm dying, for Christ's sake." |