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On Sat, 10 Aug 2002 01:33:48 EDT Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:
Mom graduated from medical school today, I'm so proud of her. The ceremony
was very moving. I still feel kind of bad though, she put it aside when I was
born and it's only recently that she went back to finish. But what's done is
done. Now she can begin her residency. She hasn't said where yet though. Dad
sent flowers, but {mom : Mom} threw them away without even looking at the card.
Amy Lynn Angela Anderson, sighed as she stepped out of the elevator onto the
seventh floor of the condo building. Here she was, the best student in
school, honors program, band, and volunteer at the boys and girls club
mentoring young scientists, and her math teacher was still giving her only
mid-level calculus. Where was the challenge? Some nonlinear four-dimensional
differential {eqautions : equations} at least. Something she could sink her teeth into.
"Or at least give me time in the chemistry lab," she muttered to herself.
"She had been brushing her teeth yesterday morning when it suddenly occurred
to her that a nine-volt battery, xenon gas, and the cheese on the pizzas in
the cafeteria could be combined to create fake muscle tissue that the human
immune system wouldn't reject. She had rushed back to her room, sketched out
the formula and presented it to Mr. Carson, the {chem lab : Chem} teacher, he had
looked at it, turned white, told her that it was very nice, and then took a
bottle from his desk drawer and began taking long gulps from it, his hands
shaking almost as violently as they had {since : when} she had made the lab table
float in mid-air.
"I know, dear. After the Interment camps, many Japanese headed south-east to
found their own community. The locals migrated in, and eventually the
community became a small town that merged with Garic's Hollow. The town
doctor is getting ready to retire-such a dear man-and I made arrangements to
have my residency in Juuban Hollow. When it's over, Doctor Jackson will
retire, and I {: will} take over his practice. Not to mention my student loans get
paid off."
At the far end of town, her mother pulled into the driveway of a large wooden
structure in better condition {then : than} most. A second story rose from the back
and in the distance, she could see a hill and what looked like a mansion atop
it. A mule was grazing on some grass near the front door and regarded them
with curious indifference before returning to grazing.
A Great Dane lay on the front the porch, and it's ears flicked as she made
her way up the steps. Now that she was closer and could get a better look,
she realized that a small scar, shaped like a crescent moon adorned the dog's
forehead. Amy Lynn held out her hand for the dog to sniff and when it didn't
growl at her, she scratched it's head between the ears before heading inside.
It must be quite a sight when she produces a transformation device. Flop,
twinkle, KERplunk.
Inside {was : were} a few unoccupied tables, shelves of groceries, and a long L-shaped
counter with faded red leather stools. Sitting at the far end, a
blonde-haired girl was perched on one of the stools, chewing on a long blade
of grass. Behind the counter, a brown-haired girl leaned against the back
counter, arms crossed talking quietly to the blonde-haired girl. Another
brown-haired girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen was stacking cans on a floor
display.
"Nope. Mister Peters did. Bets on everything, that man. Mom's the only one
willing to take his bets." She held out her hand. "I'm Molly."
Is that short for Mae Bell Louise?
Bunny was slender with round curves and her white shirt and raggedy jean
shorts hugged them tightly. An old, dirt-spotted work shirt was over the
white shirt and her feet were covered by work boots. The white shirt had been
tied under her breasts to show off a flat midriff tight enough to bounce a
quarter off of and her arms were leanly muscled. As Bunny turned at the sound
of her name, her work shirt moved and Amy Lynn caught sight of the handle of
a {Machete : machete} on her far side.
{I lie. :} This place is horrible. The library's books are out of date and
there's not even any cellular service so my wireless modem won't work. The
only way to connect to the 'net is with...USA NetConnect...
Could be worse. AOL.