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Show Just then, there was a banging on the door. "Why can't people let you alone when you're in therapy," said Mimi. "Just ignore the knock." "Maybe it's someone important," said Kim, shoving open the closet door. At that very moment, the hall door flew open and Miss Dennis, puffy cheeked and smelling peculiarly, shot into the room. "What's going on here??" "Uhhhh, Mimi just smashed her finger in the closet door," Kim blurted. "Are you all right?" asked Miss Dennis who was clearly flustered. "Here, let me see it. The nurses station is just down the hall." "I'm fine. Just fine," said Mimi with a stoic smile on her face. "And I'm a Christian Scientist, so please don't get the nurse. " At that announcement, Miss Dennis backed off considerably. "Well if you're sure, but I don't want anyone bleeding to death in the dormitory." "Bleeding to death!" said Mimi, feigning shock. "Why don't you mention that possibility again." She held up a perfectly healthy finger. "See?" Miss Dennis backed away looking as though she thought her tea might have been a little strong that evening. Somewhat awestruck, the grey haired counselor walked slowly out of the door. "Well, if there's anything you need 52 |
