I hate being a nurse. I got pregnant when I was 17, and I didn't have much choice about what to do. I made it through nursing school and that has been a decent living. But I hate it. I hate working with sick people. Disgusting nastiness. I'm just so sad all the time after I get home.

Kenmore's got better bowling alleys than schools. I heard we might have a decent hockey team at the Boys' Club this year. Everyone heads down to the rink in the winter time, but I'm not so much for it. All that rowdiness and drinking. I went once and saw this kid, musta been about 12, bite off his lower lip getting all smashed up against the glass. I could see his teeth just dig into the flesh, and then blood exploded like he just laughed Kool Aid out his nose.

I guess Theresa and my aunt actually worked at Sisters together sometimes. Theresa said mostly they were on different floors, but sometimes if she was picking up an extra shift she'd work with my aunt. What a coincidence? Who would've thought it?