***Andy took me to the clinic at 3 o'clock the next afternoon. I was met by a good looking guy who told my husband that he could come back after 7 tha... evening to pick me up. When he said that he would like to stay, the man told him that it was impossible for a spouse to be present when the procedure was in process. It was usually too trying for the spouse since there was some minor pain and discomfort involved. Andy started to argue with the man but I held up my hand and insisted that he leave. There was a woman painting. We watched."You're not Arrernte," she said, looking at me. [People of Central Northern Territory.]"No. Kullila. Queensland and Western Australia." Kangaroo?" No. My teacher was a red kangaroo. I am a carpet python." She nodded and returned to her painting."You are good 'un. Not a kookaburra." She laughed. "I'm Pat ... Patricia. All these mine." She waved at the walls."They are fine work. You are touched by Biamie."She gestured at another couple who were staring at. "So when do you start auditing the classes?" I actually had the other class this morning and this one will be tomorrow, I am going to have a bunch of reading to do to try and get up to speed, and one of the professors is going to give me a few of his past tests so I can get an idea of what he will be looking for, since I will not actually be attending classes next term. I am trying to see what I can do with the other class. I am also going to look into the possibility of finding someone to. “Yes, hi Mickey. Come on in and close the door, please. Take a seat”.He sat down and a lump grew in my throat.“Mickey, there’s no easy way to say this so I’ll come straight out with it”.He looked back at me and I squeezed the brow of my nose between my thumb and forefinger for effect.“The thing is Mickey, that there’s been a complaint about you having inappropriate images of another member of staff on your phone. I’m sure you’ll deny it and yet this other person is adamant that it is true. I.