Five days in the rehab center and she's still not up and walking.
Pitiful Pearl is boo-hooing how she can't find her Lorna Doones. Hasn't heard my voice since, I don't remember when? Saturday? Rushed me off the phone, I am convinced, since she knows I won't be oozing pity, or volunteering to call the nurse's station (LONG DISTANCE)--as is evidenced by no one responding to her cookie emergency, constantly ringing the call button. The world will not stop spinning on its axis if she doesn't get her Lorna Doones before dinner is served in an hour and a half.
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