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Chapter 9

He said, “I’ll come back later.”

And of course it was the dogs, as well. I didn’t have time to worry about it though, as the nurse tugged a few more stitches into my leg, and left, and as she went out someone else came in—oh crap, the midgets again. ‘Youwoknow!’ one said and the other simpered, ‘You go shi-shi? You need make?’ and I sat there with absolutely no, fucking, clue, while drifting back in from the hallway came a wicked, snickering laugh.

So I found out that shi-shi meant urinate and make meant—number two. I found out that Filipinos were stronger and more stubborn than they looked. They had me shi-shi-ing and make-ing in no time, walking around the room twice and then back in bed before the ice in my soda melted. Then one of them nuked my fries for me so they were nice and hot again, brought me a cup of ice for my drink, and today’s newspaper, and a coloring book. It was the thought that counted, I guess. I think they said they’d bring the crayons later.