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Show 189 "When we're done," he said, "we can get something to eat. We'll have money. There are lots of good Mexican restaurants in this neighborhood. "I'm not hungry," she said. "You will be," he said. The woman stared at the plate-glass window. A gust of wind rearranged the litter on the street. Inside it was busy and noisy and smelled faintly of disinfectant. Behind a long counter, several girls in white uniforms carefully ignored them. Above, flourescent lights hung in long flickering panels from the ceiling. Finally a girl in a white uniform stepped forward to the counter with an armful of file folders. "First time?" she said to neither of them in particular. "Not for me," said the man, "but it is for her." "I can talk," said the woman. The girl in white dumped the folders on the counter, then stooped to reach under it. "Please fill this," she said to the woman as she straightened back up, a small paper cup in her hand. Then the girl in white turned abruptly to someone else, a new arrival at the counter. The woman turned to the man. "Urine specimen," he said. "They have to run some tests on you the first time. I had to do it. There's a bathroom back there." |