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of them and he couldn't get them to cooperate. Even though it was his body, they
didn't listen to him. Not till Clift came, and started getting everybody to work
as a team. Morgan studied the patient. She wore a big ugly navy-blue dress, and
a belt that cut into her middle, and her hair was heavy and tangled, her face
greasy, with little sores on it.

Mishka felt sorry for her and said, "Bye bye. Bye bye."

The fat woman looked at him like she was scared, which probably wasn't what
Mishka meant to happen. Mishka wasn't very good at figuring out how people would
feel about what she did. The others tried to talk her out of taking control
without asking, but she had these impulses all the time and you couldn't watch
out for them twenty-six hours a day. Morgan shrugged. "Sorry," he said. Then he
gave speech number six, one Dr. Dara had drilled him on for several weeks:
"Didn't mean anything by it. Have a nice day."

"Thanks," said the fat woman, trying to smile and frowning instead.

"Take care, Elena," Dr. Dara said, escorting her out the door. She sighed as she
shut the door behind the woman, then turned. Every hair was in place -- Clift
sometimes called Dr. Dara "Helmet-head" -- and her lipstick was bright and even.
She smiled. "Morgan," she said.

"She's a new one, right?"

"Absolutely new. You were very good, Morgan. Come on back to the office. What
have you drawn today? Who did it?"

"It's a picture for Miss Deej," Morgan said. "A guy named Campbell did it."

Deej stared at him.

"He just told me, Deej. I didn't know before, honest. Gary Campbell."

"Gary?" said Deej, her voice high and little like Mishka's. Definitely Morgan
and Deej had something in common. Morgan wondered what she would say if he asked
her for a date. He had the impression that people in the office weren't supposed
to date patients.

The new insider, Gary, was trying to get a word out. Morgan thought that was
pretty pushy for somebody who'd just come to him, so he and Clift squashed the
guy down. "Wait your turn, Gary," Morgan said, but he handed the picture to
Deej.

"Thanks," she said, still in that little high voice.

"I like you, Miss Deej," Morgan said, figuring that would be something she'd
remember he had said until he finished talking to Dr. Dara, and then he might
ask Deej about the date idea.