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Show Anting Alone Page 276 with calm tales of the civilized, rational things that she was about to do in our nation's capital. She would tell him all about the good people, not the bloody, but the good, whom she was going to have an opportunity to meet and work and lobby with, people who wanted to help preserve the very civilization that he was apparently having such a difficult time reconciling himself with. He emerged from his daze long enough to register interest at the mention of the words Washington, D.C. "You're going there?" he asked, seeming genuinely impressed. Then light dawned. "Oh! You're that one nun person. Shanny's big - " He cut himself short and looked embarrassed. The embarrassment sent a fresh rush of blush-blood up to his face and, from there, directly out the nose, to blossom black and roselike across the already sopping expanse of the makeshift bandage. This precipitated him right back into his incoherent, babbling limbo. He actually began to cry quietly. "That ostrich realized Freud's revision of Jewish history, you know?" She decided to talk to him now, in long, low tones. "I am a member of a lobbying organization called Network, Dr. Edwine. Have you heard of us?" He wouldn't or couldn't reply now. He'd taken to staring at her wimple and coif. Polycarpana got an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She never liked being stared at - not even this extended part of herself, which he probably was referring to in his mind as a headdress or headgear or nun-hat or something. She continued talking as the bus pulled out from the depot. "We are a Catholic justice lobby, Dr. Edwine, fully registered. Net- |
