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was all her fault this happened in the
first place," Jordan said.
    "Well,
in that case," Amy said, "she has to work off that karmic debt.  Or
in her next life she'll have to do it all over again."
    "Hmmm…
I'm not sure I want a doctor who believes in reincarnation.  Somehow it seems
to go against the entire reason for making this life last," Jordan
reasoned.
    "I
want to be your nurse!  You know how much I love looking at wounds and
stuff," Edison said.  "Maybe I can get one of those sexy nurse
outfits.  With the little apron and feather duster."
    "You're
thinking of a French maid costume," Jordan said.
    "Oh,"
Edison said.  "You're right.  What do nurses wear?"
    "Scrubs,"
Amy said.  "They're not very sexy either."  Turning her attention
back to Jordan, she said, "I'll write you a script for Vicodin.  Enough to
get you through a week."
    "Don't
bother.  She won't take them," Edison said.
    "You
know," Jordan said sarcastically to Edison, "it's truly amazing that
I could conduct my life before you came along."
    Amy
had trouble keeping up with these two.  They were like Ab Fab but without the
accents.  "You two sound like an old married couple.”
    "We're
not married," Jordan said.  "In fact, after this, we may not even be
friends."
    Edison
laughed.  "She doesn't really mean that."
    Amy
was still not sure what their relationship was, so she cast her fishing line
out even further by asking, "So, you two aren't a couple?"
    Edison
answered, "Nope.  We tried the girlfriend thing, but she said I was too
bossy which is true, so now I’m her roommate.  It really was for the best.  We
wouldn't have lasted.  I would've punched every girl who gave her the sex eye
and would probably be serving time right now."
    "The
sex eye?" Amy asked.
    "You
know," Edison explained, "when a girl looks at you like
I-Really-Want-to-Get-Nasty-With-You without the preliminaries."
    "Preliminaries?"
    "Yeah,"
Edison said.  "The part where you do dinner or drinks and show each other
pictures of your fur kids and tell cute stories about your cat where you
personify him with dialogue.  You speak in a high voice like you imagine a cat
would.”  Edison demonstrated in a squeaky voice, “My name is Mittens and my
owners torture me.  They dine on fresh kill whilst they make me eat dried
tasteless cereal.  They dangle things in front of me and yank it away.”  She
continues in her own voice, “Then you make sure that you each have a frequent
mover card for U-Haul."  Edison paused dramatically.  "Then you get
nasty."
    Jordan
chuckled.  "Not necessarily in that order."
    "Oh,"
Amy said.  "What if you don't have a cat?"
    Edison's
eyes widened.  She put her hands on the sides of her face like the kid in the Home
Alone posters.  "Surely, you jest!"
    Jordan
said, "Every lesbian has a cat."
    "Really?"
Amy asked.  "Is that like an unwritten rule?"
    "No,
it's written down," Edison said.  "It's in the rule book."
    Amy
laughed as she dressed Jordan's hand.  "Okay, now about the Vicodin.  Sure
you won't change your mind?  It's going to hurt plenty when the shots wear
off."
    Jordan
said, "No drugs for me.  I prefer a nice glass of Pinot Gris and a couple
of Aleve."
    "She's
got a wine cellar in her house," Edison explained.  "The place is
enormous.  An old four-story Victorian or three-story with an attic, which
makes it a four-story.  We’re restoring it to its original grandeur only
better."
    "Tell
me you didn't fall out of the fourth story window," Amy said.
    "I
didn't fall out of the fourth story window," Jordan said with a straight
face.
    "She
did, too," Edison said.
    Amy
shook her head.  "Unbelievable.  It's a miracle you don't have any broken
bones."
    Jordan
said, "I know how to fall.  You ever hear of those stories about babies
falling from ten story buildings and not getting anything but a couple of
bruises?  It's because they go limp.  That's the secret.  Just go limp