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Show Acting Alone Page 57 physical therapy equipment. "Weird person?" she cried out from behind the tray. "Where?" In her effort to crane her neck around the armload, Stormie/Castrensia commenced dropping bedpans and things and tripping over them on the slick stone floor. Polycarpana went to help her. The shriek-circus continued, with Stormie/Castrensia's soprano added in now. Polycarpana took the heavy tray upon herself, lugged it the rest of the way to the supply closet, and arranged the articles in their proper places on the shelves to give Sister Castrensia a chance to scrutinize the new weird guy. When Polycarpana emerged, eager to collect her boyfriend and continue the tour, he was standing there, staring around his new duckie bandaid at her with an amazed expression on .his face. And something inside of her, or inside of him, made her want to get in the old cage elevator and just go down, to direct this tour down low inside the convent now. Skip the official points of interest and take the tour straight down to the business end of Saint Paphnutius. Skim down dangerously close to the cloister. Show this curious man the secret institutional basement: the dark, deserted rec room; the gloomy laundry room; and, beyond these, the deep geothermal tunnels, clear down to the realistic yellow rat poison crystals on the floors, among which temptations of exclostration lurked in chemical-colored stalactite puddles. So they did. They left the three sisters and descended, with no complaints and seemingly no real notice from Shanny's English teacher: for he was babbling incoherently some more now. Apropos of absolutely nothing, he was going on about some person whom she did not know, one Axelrad. Dr. |