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repay, not to mention, with a
baby on the way, there is the question of security, security for your
future that I—
    Uncle,
please, Carolyn said, which was her trumpet cart, because when she
was small he had let her call him that and now she sometimes still
did when the moment was right, such as at Christmas Eve when all of
our feelings was high.
    Jesus,
Slippen said. Look, you two can do what you want, clearly. I cannot
stop you kids, but, golly, I wish I could. All that is required is
the required pre-Exit visit to the Lerner Center, which as you know
you must take before I can give you the necessary Exit Paperwork.
When would you like to take or make that visit?
    Now,
Carolyn said.
    Gosh,
Carolyn, when did you become such a pistol? Mr. Slippen said, and
called for the minivan.

    The
Lerner Center, even when reached via a blackened-window minivan, is a
trip that will really blow one's mind, due to all the new sights and
sounds one experiences, such as carpet on floor is different from
carpet on facility floor, such as smoke smell from the minivan
ashtrays, whereas we are a No Smoking facility, not to mention, wow,
when we were led in blindfolded for our own protection, so many new
smells shot forth from these like sidewalkside blooms or whatever
that Carolyn and I were literally bumping into each other like
swooning.
    Inside
they took our blindfolds off, and, yes, it looked and smelled exactly
like our facility, and like every facility across the land, via the
PervaScent® system, except in other facilities across the land a
lady in blue scrubs does not come up to you with crossed eyes,
sloshing around a cup of lemonade, saying in this drunk voice like, A
barn is more than a barn it is a memory of a time when you were cared
for by a national chain of caregivers who bring you the best of life
with a selfless evening in Monterey when the stars are low you can be
thankful to your Amorino Co broker!
    And
then she burst into tears and held her lemonade so crooked it was
like spilling on the Foosball table. I had no idea what Location
Indicator or Indicators she was even at, and when I asked, she didn't
seem to even know what I meant by Location Indicator, and was like, Oh, I just don't know anymore what is going on with me or why I
would expose that tenderest part of my baby to the roughest part of
the forest where the going gets rough, which is not the
accomplishment of any one man but an entire team of dreamers who
dream the same dreams you dream in the best interests of that most
important system of all, your family!
    Then
this Lerner Center dude came over and led her away, and she slammed
her hand down so hard on the Foosball table that the little goalie
cracked and his head flew over by us, and someone said, Good one,
Doreen. Now there's no Foosball.
    At
which time luckily it was time for our Individual Consultation.
    Who we
got was this Mid-Ager from Akron, OH, who, when I asked my first
question off of my Question Card they gave us, which was, What is it
like in terms of pain, he said, There is no pain except once I poked
myself in my hole with a coffee stirrer and, Jesus, that smarted, but
otherwise you can't really even feel it.
    So
I was glad to hear it, although not so glad when he showed us where
he had poked his hole with the stirrer, because I am famous as a wimp
among my peers in terms of gore, and he had opted not to use any
DermaFill ® , and you could see right in. And, wow,
there is something about observing up close a raw bloody hole at the
base of somebody's hair that really gets one thinking. And though he
said, in Question No. 2, that his hole did not present him any
special challenges in terms of daily maintenance, looking into that
hole, I was like, Dude, how does that give you no challenges, it is
like somebody blew off a firecracker inside your freaking neck!
    And
when Carolyn said Question No. 3, which was, How do you now find your
thought processes, his brow darkened and he said, Well, to be