FTEC, Sunday Day Shift, March 9

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Doogie was having a quiet morning in the clinic, and was armed with enough coffee and reading material to get himself through the day.

FTEC -- Sunday, March 09 -- Evening.

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Adah felt slightly bad for leaving the rabbit outside the clinic today, she had to admit, but not as bad as she would thinking about what sort of things Bob would chew to pieces if she'd left her in her room. She'd have to get a cage or something for the damn furrball, assuming it didn't hop off to the woods and leave her alone. It put to mind Methuselah, but the forced suggestion of freedom for the rabbit had none of the ceremony and destruction of the freedom for the parrot, encouraged by her father's anger. No calls of Wake up, Brother Fowles! or Piss off, Methuselah or Shut the door, Sister! God is great! to mark the success of failure of the experimental freedom. Adah actually found that the silence outside was unsettling as she tried to focus on her research. At least, with Methuselah, they could judge whether or not they would walk out of the hut to a pile of bones and feathers by any sudden drops in his irreverent conversations with himself. Bob's silence outside was telling her absolutely nothing. It was a distracting silence, and so she actually had turned on one of the televisions in the clinic to keep herself from going mad.

She put it on one of those channels that no one watched with televangelists trying to get you to donate money. It seemed appropriate, as far as the situation could be considered. Shut the door, Sister! Piss off!