He's sedated. Being monitored. Tomorrow he goes to a regular room."I breathed a sigh of relief.She pointed to the clock on the wall. "In a couple of h...urs they'll let us go in again." She sat in a chair, motioning for me to sit beside her. Gazed into my eyes."Cindy," she said, "That's a GOOD man in there." I know, Mom," I said."No, you DON'T know. That's a GOOD man." She heaved a breath. "When I got here, they wouldn't tell me anything. I'm not related, you know. I told 'em I was damned sure. She claims that I don't give her enough attention, so she is justreturning the favor. What do you think I should do?"Mark answered, "I guess you should give her more attention." I would, but I just don't have the time. How do you and the President dealwith the different hours you keep?"Mark responded, "Mark just ignores me, and leaves me to do my own things. Itgets quiet lonely here by myself."Michael said, "I can relate."Mark looked up longingly at Michael. A rush of female hormones began to. .. ? " "I-er-uh-" I wasstuttering like a broken record, somehow completely flustered by thesetwo. Struggling to regain my composure as I went into my prepared lie:"I-I'm Claire Clinton," I said, "I-er-just... that is-- I'm moving intothis area and I have a j-job that might-might.. or rather that will takeme out of town-- uh, travelling a lot, and I'm looking for someplace tobe-uh-board my.. my dog!"It was a perfectly believable story, logical and well-rehearsed, andyet as I told it in front of. Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist 2: BEST OF BOTH WORLDSBy Deane [email protected] by Constance GrantCopyright 2000 As expected, Joe awoke that Saturday to find his gray tabby, Tom, curled up in between his lower legs. Jeri, his precocious and unpredictable tortoiseshell, lay, as was her wont, nestled up against his midsection. "Sorry, guys! Hate to do this to you, but your dad's got to get up!" Though he wished he could postpone the inevitable, Joe, aware that Beth Hammerman.