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End of the week...
An interesting week, with patients she would hopefully be able to help soon. Susan had no patients scheduled for Friday, just a promise of a talk with C.J. -- who evidently would need it, if the radio broadcast were anything to judge by. Leaning back in the rickshaw, Susan watched the park go by in the near-dark, glad she'd called it when it ( Read more... ) -
Mauvaise Chance Apartments, # 3, and Laundry
Susan was doing her laundry, having finally unpacked enough clothes to make it a worthwhile enterprise. Between going up and down the stairs and elevators with loads of clothing, she is singing one of the new songs she'd heard on the radio. Something by 'Counting Crows', whoever they are. New music in the 21st Century isn't all bad.
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Mauvaise Chance Apt #3: late Monday night
When she got home from Caritas, worn out by the revelations of the day, Susan looked at all her boxes still to be unpacked, and systematically eliminated the ones she didn't want, until she found the one labeled 'records.' And the other one labeled, 'turntable ( Read more... ) -
Personal Cell Phone - Voice mail
"Hello, this is Susan. I'm probably out exploring the island. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!"