"Did you eat a good one?" Yes, bacon and eggs!" Albert fibbed. "I already washed the dishes and put them away," he added quickly.Cindy glanced back wi...h a knowing look. "I see that you had some coffee and orange juice, too."Albert said nothing, sensing his deception was unsuccessful. He knew that he hadn't fooled her on his breakfast menu. He knew, too, that she wouldn't press it if he kept silent. That was one of the things that made Cindy different. The other nurses felt an obligation to. “Are you sleeping well?” he asked.“Well...” to be honest, the Bitch had been invading my dreams of late. “Not always.”“And have you also been getting pain in your jaws in the morning, when you wake up?”For a moment I goggled at him. I had absolutely been getting pain in my jaw joints when I woke, but it went away when I got up and I had forgotten it. “Well,” I asked, “what is it? How long have I got left to live?”He grinned again. “It’s not terminal, except in that life is a fatal disease.. He had made several things that would lead to his arrest and expulsion if anyone found out about them, but Jake was always careful.The biggest perk, however, was the chance to see Adrienne Reynolds every day. Adrienne was a graduate student, working on her masters, and she was the most stunningly beautiful woman that Jake had ever seen. She stood about five foot six, had long blonde hair, which Jake secretly thought came from a box, and a fabulous body. Jake knew nothing about dimensions or. Patrons of the Last Chance were often lifelong customers. Rarely did a regular cease to visit for any reason other than death, disability, or forced separation. Several patrons present on the last night were second-generation diners and therefore had attained semi-famous status. Many a discussion had examined just who was the current diner with most seniority.On this December 24, the assembled patrons carefully avoided mentioning what the date signified, out of courtesy to those who had no.