The part that confused me was they were acting like this was some sort of major painful injury. I didn’t say anything but I was thinking “Haven’... any of you felt real pain before?”. It hurt. I would prefer not to do it again on general principles. I was concerned with actual structural damage I may have suffered. The pain on the scale I use was maybe a 4 or 5 out of 20. It will get your attention and as long as it’s brief so what. Now, if it was a continuous pain we would move that puppy right. "Yeah, and sciences." They teach painting?" asked my sister."I would think so. And drama and music and dance." Film?" I asked."I don't know. Probably." So you miss the students?" asked the young poet."Yeah. Summer school just ended. We got some regulars," the barkeep gestured towards a couple stools occupied by alcoholics. "But the students keep this place alive." He left us to take the order of a professorial gentleman. The young poet nudged me and asked me to invite the gentleman over.After. Bitsy's confusion continued to grow as everyone started to talk at once. Keebler flapping around like a demented chicken was quickly getting on her nerves and she stepped back away from everyone. Leaving the room for a moment Brand came back, then gently took Bitsy in his hands, he sat down, cradling her in his lap, he carefully washed the blood from her face, brushed the dirt from her hair, "where else are you hurt, brat?" he asked quietly. She shook her head, but at the look he gave her she. Patti was silly enough to look at the damage instead of ignoring it and carrying on. So Francine struck again and slashed at Patti's muscular thigh, making a deep cut which spurted blood.Francine had won in a desperate struggle that she had seemed to be losing for most of the contest and had weakened her opponent even more grievously than she herself had been weakened. But it had been too close for comfort. Far too close! She went to Patti and the two kissed each other perfunctorily on the.