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Show Acting Alone Page 3 18 from the surplus bins of Saint Francis Hospital down in Colorado Springs." "Everything your hospitals don't want you use?" "That's correct," said the fat nun. Sam paused and peered hard at her as with evil intent. She sighed and commenced wincing; somehow she seemed to have gotten a hunch what sort of thing was coming next. "Bloody bandages?" said Sam. "Oh, Lord," she half moaned, half laughed. Celibate people have all kinds of extra energy, and love to have grossout fights over lunch. Sam and Simone were delighted to oblige each other. "Yeah, bloody old bandages!" Sam cried. Then he realized, for a chilling moment, that he still had What'sername's rag scabbed across his kisser. He hadn't looked in a mirror or washed for at least twenty-four hours, just ridden buses. He hoped that by now the object was unrecognizable as a Kotex (Tampax? - he never got those two straight, until he thought it through and considered the rather obvious word tamp) ; but, in any case, he was far too eager to deliver himself of the rest of his bloody bandage witticism to worry about it much. Besides, his new buddy here was wrapped from head to toe in sweaty, greasy elastic bandages, her fluid flesh mooshing out around the edges like Boston cream pie. She was weirder looking than Sam ever could hope to be. That's surely why they'd gravitated together so spontaneously as soon as Sam's feet had hit the gravel parking lot outside. Buddies at first sight, they had cleared this chow table of nuns in two minutes flat; for she, also, coincidentally liked grossout contests with her meals. |