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and
bounce.”
    Amy
smiled.
    Jordan
smiled.
    Edison
frowned.
    Amy
turned her back to the two and scooped extra gauze and tape into a baggie. 
Jordan quickly motioned for Edison to leave.  Edison opened the door, but
before she could walk away, Amy stopped her by saying, "Edison?"
    Edison
turned.  Amy handed her the bandage supplies. "That's enough for a couple
of days.  You should go by a drugstore and stock up on more."
    Edison
nodded.  "Thanks, Doc."   Edison looked at Jordan and spoke stiffly
like a really bad soap opera actor, "I'll just go get the car and bring it
around to the entrance, Jordan.  You shouldn't be walking on that… hand." 
She left.
    "So,"
Jordan said, standing.  "I guess that's it then."
    Amy
said, "I'd like to see you again."
    "I'd
like to see you again, too," Jordan said.
    "What
I meant was I'd like to see your hand.  In two weeks. I can take the stitches
out then."
    "Oh." 
Jordan blushed.  "Of course that's what you meant.  But, you know,
wherever my hand goes, so do I.  So you'll probably see me again, too."
    Amy
smiled.  "That would be expected.  Here's my card.  You can call during
work hours to make an appointment, okay? Or call anytime.  It doesn't have to
be during work hours.  For the appointment."
    "Okay
then, it's a date.  I mean it's not really a date.  I know that.  But it is a
date.  Of sorts."
    Amy
laughed.  "I know what you meant."
    "Okay. 
I'll call then.  I mean tomorrow.  Whenever.  I'll call."  Jordan headed
for the door before she embarrassed herself further.  She was halfway out the
door before she turned back around.  "So, you never said… Do you have a
cat?"
    "Not
yet," Amy smiled, "But I'm thinking about getting one."
    Jordan
grinned and turned to go, but at that moment, Jeremy rounded the corner and
they smacked into each other.
    He
took his time looking Jordan up and down before muttering, "Excuse
me."
    Jordan
smiled awkwardly at him, waved goodbye to Amy with her bandaged hand – which
looked more like she was erasing a chalkboard than waving – and headed down the
hallway.
    Jeremy
turned to Amy, waggled his eyebrows a la Groucho Marx and said, "I
think she likes me, don't you?"
    "What're
you still doing here?  I thought you were leaving."
    He
pooched out his lower lip in a bad imitation of a pouty child.  "If I
didn't know better I'd think you didn't want me around."
    Amy
felt the electrical charge that Jordan had infused her with draining away. 
"Sorry," she said.  "I'm tired.  How was Mrs. Markus'
mole?"
    "You
were right about the diagnosis.  I intentionally made her angry and it turned
red."
    Amy
laughed.
    Jeremy
continued, "And then I intentionally stopped by hoping to help you out
with the hottie."
    "Hottie. 
That's so derogatory.  I don't understand why women like you."
    "Touchy
touchy.  You're the only woman I know who doesn’t throw herself at my
feet."
    Amy
looked at him smugly.  "Yeah, well, I didn't see Miss Hottie throwing
herself anywhere in your direction."
    He
feigned hurt by clasping his hand over his chest as if he'd been shot in the
heart.  Then he laughed.  "She's probably a lesbian."
    "As
a matter of fact she is," Amy said.  "And she was flirting with
me."
    Jeremy
eyes widened.  "Really?"  He clasped his hands in front of his chest,
begging, "If you two go on a date can I come too?  I promise to be real
quiet and just watch."
    Amy
rolled her eyes and stalked out the door.  She was halfway down the hallway
when Jeremy poked his head out the doorway and called after her, "Just
kidding!"  He added under his breath, "But not really."

Conversion Version
     
    "You
like her," Edison said as she opened the door of her ancient Volkswagen
bug.
    "Maybe,"
Jordan said, climbing into the passenger seat.
    "But
we don't even know if she's family," Edison said.  She started the car,
ground the gears until she found reverse and backed out of the parking space
without looking behind her.  A car slammed on its brakes