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because she was still thinking like a knight and Amy was her
damsel in distress.
    Jeremy
clanked the spoon into the bowl and said, “Hey, you’re the lesbian hottie.”
    Jordan
relaxed, deflating from the whooping crane stance to one of an embarrassed
penguin.  “And you’re Amy’s boyfriend.  Who’s trying to spoon feed her.”
    Amy
laughed and slapped Jeremy’s chest with the back of her hand.  “He’s not my
boyfriend.  He’s my butthole roommate.  Who’s trying to make me eat my other
roommate’s experiment.”
    “Um,
okay,” Jordan said.  “I’ll just be right over there.  In the next room.  Waiting.” 
She held up her injured hand.  “Stitches, you know.”  She saluted them.  “Carry
on.”
    Jordan
backed out the door, smiling so big her face hurt.  She closed the door and
banged her head against it, muttering, “Dumb, dumb, dumb.”  She went back to
the sink, turned on the water and washed her face with her one good hand while
humming Happy Birthday.
    "Is
it your birthday?"
    Jordan
gasped and turned.  It was Amy.  She turned off the faucet and looked around
for a paper towel.  "No, it's not my birthday.  I was just singing it
because the cartoon boy told me to."
    "Cartoon
boy?" Amy asked.  She tilted her head to one side.  She squinted like she
was trying to figure out if Jordan had gone bonkers.
    Jordan
gestured at the poster.
    Amy
studied the poster.  She looked worried.  "That boy in the poster talked
to you?  You know he's not alive, right?" Amy handed her a paper towel.
    "No!"
Jordan said.  "I mean, yes, I know that.  I meant the bubble over his head
said to sing…well you know."  She took the paper towel and dried her
hands.
    Amy
laughed.  "I was just kidding."
    Jordan
breathed a sigh of relief.  "Oh.  That was funny.  You had me going there
for a minute."  There was an awkward pause while she wiped her face with
the paper towel.  “Um, sorry about bursting in on you like that.  It sounded
like, you know…”
    “Yeah,
I know,” Amy said, “But it wasn’t what you think.  And he’s not what you
think.”
    Jordan
nodded.  She nodded too much.  It was like she couldn’t stop nodding.  She felt
like one of those toy Chihuahua dogs people put on the dashboard of their car.
    "You're
nervous, huh?" Amy asked.
    Jordan
noddedquickly about three hundred more times.
    "No
need to be.  Getting stitches taken out doesn't hurt at all.  Have a
seat."  Amy looked over her paperwork on her clipboard and jotted down
some notes.
    Jordan
sat on the gurney-bed.  She could feel the coarse paper lying across the top of
it sticking to the back of her sweaty thighs.  Great.  She was so nervous that
she was sweating all over now.  Amy was going to think she had some kind of
sweating disease.
    Jordan
closed her eyes and took three deep breaths.  She couldn't ask Amy out.  There was
no way this brilliant, busy, probably straight doctor would go out with her. 
Jordan was certain she would just make a fool of herself by asking, and Amy was
so nice that she'd have to make up an excuse and then they'd both know she was
lying and that would make everything really awkward and tense and then she'd
have to tell Edison about how stupid she'd been and she'd feel embarrassed
about it for months or maybe even years.
    "One
down," Amy said.
    Jordan
opened her eyes.  Amy was smiling and holding one tiny little black piece of
thread in some tweezers.
    "That
didn't hurt, did it?" Amy asked.
    Jordan
shook her head.  She'd been so wrapped up in the conversation with herself that
she hadn’t known when Amy had unwrapped her hand and taken out a stitch.
    God,
this woman was delectable.  If she asked Amy to kiss it and make it better,
would she?  That was a wicked thought.  Wickedly delicious, that is.  Wasn't
that the jingle for Lucky Charms?  No, that was magically delicious. Jordan
closed her eyes again and thought of sex.  She had learned this trick while
going to the