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Unformatted text preview: uot; said the nurse. "Remember Dr. Mayfair might be listening." She nodded vigorously to them, a silent signal that they must pay attention. "You don't want to say anything . . . disruptive, you know." The other nurse sat at a small mahogany table, writing, her white stockings stretched tight over her chubby legs. "You hungry, Michael?" asked Pierce. "No, son. Thank you." "I am," said Mona. "We'll be back. We're going downstairs to get something to eat." "You will come back, won't you?" asked Michael. "Lord, you must be so tired, Mona. Mona, I'm sorry about your mother. I didn't know until afterwards." "That's OK," said Mona. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to say I stayed away all day because of what we did. I couldn't bring myself to come under her roof with her like this and me doing it with you, and I wouldn't have done it with you if I'd known she was coming home so soon and like this. I t...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10