Monday, May 28, 2007
"The nurse skillfully ajusted the scale with several quick sweeps of her fingertips until it finally settled at 126 1/2.
"127" she said out loud.
I glared at her. Why did she think I'd wanted Marcuse to turn around. "Looked like 126 1/2 to me," I said.
She ignored me, recording 127 on my chart.