Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 06:01:28 -0700
Title: Claire gets out

"What are you doing out of the hospital?  You
look like you should be in bed, or at least in a wheel-
chair!" JOey whimpered as he turned toward Claire.

"What they were doing for me at the hospital was
nugatory! It was all too irritating the way that one
nurse kept insisting that I roll over--what good was
that?  And THEN I found out that the pills I was taking
were sugar!  Nugatory drugs!!  Nugatory nurses!
Even that cute orderly with soft hands turned out to
be nugatory!"

nu.ga.to.ry \'n(y)u:-g*-.to-r-e-, -.to.r-\ aj [L nugatorius,
fr. nugatus, pp. of nugari to trifle, fr. n]ugae trifles
1:INCONSEQUENTIAL, WORTHLESS .
   2: having no force : INOPERATIVE.

Claire was standing in the doorway of Bikers, ranting
about the hospital, dressed in her camoflauge sweat-
pants and half-or-less zipped up black leather jacket.
Her hair looked like some insane palsied barber had
chopped at it and then fluff-dried it.  She had a large
bandaid across her forehead with one ear completely
covered with a bandage.

Joey started toward Claire and at the last moment,
just as she opened her arms to greet him, he darted
skirted around her and ran out the door.  Claire just stood
there for a moment, arms outstretched, as if suspended.

No one in Bikers said a word.  Only the clicking and
scraping of metal forks on metal trays was heard, until
Claire screeched at the top of her voice, "You SLUT!
Yooouu dirty filthy mean garbage can rag!" and with
each insult moved toward Sis.  Claire had the look of
menace in her eyes.


Tea time at the Center?  Wednesday Morning and
off we go, over another hump, to conquer another
few hours of daylight!!  Here's to a good one 4 U!

love ya,
de




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