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questions?" I interrupted. |
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"Get it over with," the old woman bristled. |
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For the next several minutes, B.C. spewed out what sounded like a well-prepared list of very official, typically bureaucratic questions all relating to health services. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that the whole act was a carefully rehearsed and frequently practiced routine. She concluded by thanking the old woman for her time and bidding her a good day. She wasn't even subtle about hustling me out of the house. |
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We were safely back in the Z and headed back for the village before she quit scratching out her own notes and allowed me the luxury of a few questions. |
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"How did you know the old girl couldn't read? That little routine with the driver's license was beautiful." |
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"Long shot," she admitted, "but it paid off." |
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"And that list of questionsfantastic! You sounded official as hell." |
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B.C. looked straight ahead, her face furrowed into a frown. "Not bad for a flat-chested broad who snores, huh?" |
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She never cracked a smile. |
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I've heard it said that one of the secrets of winning teams is that there is always someone on the team who is willing to step |
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