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Show He led her back to the counter. After a while one of the girls in white came to collect the cup and prick their fingers. When the cold metal punctured the woman's flesh she jerked, but the girl held the finger firmly as though it was a small tricky animal. The boy with the gold earring winked as her blood rose in a tiny tube. "That wasn't bad, was it?" said the man. "It hurt." "You need to relax. Are you hungry?" "Not even a little bit," said the woman. They were still standing at the counter when the man with the recently broken nose came in. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm being bitchy," said the woman. "I understand." "No you don't," she said. "If you did everything would be easy." "What do you mean everything?" "What do you mean what do I mean. Everything everything. Forget it." Then suddenly she smiled at something distant. "Anyway," she said, "it doesn't matter." "I want to give," said the man with the broken nose. He stood beside them at the counter now. Like everyone else, he was being ignored by the girls in white. "Hey," he repeated loudly, "you with the nice ass and the file folders, I want to give." He was too large for the flannel shirt which hung outside his pants. His nose was purple and swollen and looked very painful. "You gave yesterday," said the girl with the folders. |