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" ...
Morris sits in the waiting room of the
Columbia Hospital for Women,
alternately flipping through an aging copy of
Parents magazine
and looking at his watch. His wife, Ellen, and their baby, Celia, are with the doctor
... " (p. 110)
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" ...
Morris is greated by the pediatrician´s outstretched hand.
"Hello, Morris, how´s the campaign going? Think the
Democrats have
a chance this time?"
... " (p. 111)
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" ...
Fear creeps up his spine. He stares at the cherry blossoms along
Rock Creek Parkway.
In the rear view mirror he watches Celia sleep. They turn into the
driveway of their new house in
McClean
... " (p. 111)
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" ...
He picks up the
Washington Post.
The headline, "AIDS Drug Found Too Toxic for Majority of Patients," announces the
FDA´s
revision of guidelines for human vaccine trials.
... " (p. 111)
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" ...
Ellen stroke the soft wisps of hair on Celia´s head ...
She puts the music-box bunny in the crib and winds it up. It plays
"you are my sunshine"
... " (p. 112)
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" ...
Ellen loves the weight of Washington´s hot, humid August days. She sits in her
Dupont Circle office,
waiting for her next patient and watching the passerby out her windows.
Her private practice is flourishing. Her
Adams Morgan
apartment is finally furnished
... " (p. 112)
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" ...
September 1995 ... The usual crowd is gathered to watch the
Redskins play Dallas.
Morris has been on the phone with Linda for nearly an hour
... " (p. 113)
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" ...
Look at that play! Those idiots can´t fight their way out
of a wet paper bag. Where the fuck is
George Allen
when you need him?
... " (p. 113)
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" ...
Morris sits in the waiting room of
George Washington Hospital.
The doctor is deciding whether to admit him or not. His infectious desease
specialist says his T-cell ratio has dropped dramatically since they checked
it three months ago
... " (p. 114)
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" ...
The Congress agrees on subsidzing some AIDS expenses but
disagrees on who would be eligible.
The White House says
AIDS will bankrupt the government and lead to socialized medicine
... " (p. 114)
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" ...
He is frightened by the right-wing
religious fanatics and the conservative
AMA lobby.
AIDS isn´t someone else´s problem anymore
... " (p. 114)
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" ...
Lived in Houston for a while, but I had to come back. My family´s in
Bethesda. I
... I need to live with them." He stutters and seems lost for a moment
... " (p. 115)
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" ...
Hey, remember those wild parties we had? Remember the year the
Redskins beat Dallas
in the
Superbowl?
... Those were great times."
... " (p. 115)
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" ...
she´s lucky to have a bed. She´s in the AIDS ward at
Washington Hospital Center.
Her roommate is close to death, and like it or not, she talks
... " (p. 116)
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" ...
Morris deposits the luggage into the trunk and tells the cabby,
"Dulles Airport."
Ellen looks over the brochure of the Carribean Sun Hotel. In the back
of the cab, they squeeze each other´s hands and smile like honeymooners
... " (p. 116)
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" ...
Another set of uniformed men with F.B.B.I. patches on their
pockets sit at a desk. ... Morris reads the insignia on the table cover:
National Institute of Health,
Federal Bureau of Blood Inspection. He´s never heard of them
... " (p. 116)
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" ...
Don´t you read the newspapers, mister? We´re
cooperating with the
World Health Organization
to stop the spread of AIDS: No one without a negative blood test leaves the country
... " (p. 117)
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