Cut And Run ~ 4
The next day, she called into her work, early in the morning, and told them that she would not be in for work today. She had something to do. Together, the girls took off for the Free Clinic on San Vincente. Debbie was stiff and sore, but could still crack jokes, as long as they did not talk about the night before. It was hot outside, so hot. And the air was thick with exhaust, and smog, and summer heat, and smells. The sun was reflected off of every piece of shiny chrome on cars, микроволновая печь daewoo trim on the buildings, the frames around the super big sunglass крышные кондиционеры lenses, under the rims of floppy hats, and in the shininess of their young eyes. Together, they hitched rides towards the Free Clinic.
Debbie filled out the forms, with fake names, fake address, fake everything. They could tell you, till they were blue in the face, you were safe here, but were they? It was better to lie, than to be scared you had told someone who you really are, and where you stay. She waited in the dingy waiting room of the clinic for her friend. They always tried to make the clinics look welcoming and comfortable, with posters and lots of handouts about all the help you could find. But they were always in low rent areas, so they looked a little dingy and run down.
She had a hard time sitting still. She always had. No one talked much about hyperactive kids back then. People were not into “intervention” much in the 60’s and she never got much in the way of medical care anyway, unless it was a crisis. She just got told to sit still a lot. And she always found that so freaking hard to do.
She had some money in her pocket from her meager tips at Soul Taco, so she bought them both a Coke from the soda machine in the hallway, looked at all the magazines, and looked at the young men and women who came and went. Finally Debbie came from the private rooms and купить ноутбук sony was smiling. They just ran some tests, gave her some antibiotics they had on hand, and told her she had to check back every few months, for at least 12 months, to make sure she had not “caught anything.” And that was it. No rape counseling, no support groups, no
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