”The blond guy opened his lunch and said “Bologna again! If I get one more bologna sandwich one more time I’m also going to jump.”The next day...the Irishman opened his lunch, saw corned beef and cabbage and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito and leaped off the scaffold. The blond guy opened his lunch, saw bologna again and leaped to his death also.At the funeral the Irishman’s wife was weeping. She said “If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and. After talking to Dad, I called both Jennifer and Bethany to let them know that I was indeed OK. Both of them seemed a bit freaked out because they used Tylenol, but hadn’t taken any recently. They both had turned in their bottles to their campus clinics.After a quick dinner, karate, and showers, we did homework with the news on in the background. All stores in Chicago had been ordered to clear their shelves and people were told to destroy any Tylenol that had a particular batch number. I. Between the painfulstretching of her muscles and the pain of her scalp she found it difficult tosleep. Of course the bruises, cuts and welts adorning her sluty malnourishedbody didn?t help either. Especially the ones on her fat tits, which wereconveniently bearing the brunt of her weight. And of course it didn?t help thathe had neglected to remove the pins from her tits and ass before tying her downfor the night. She wasn?t sure if he had forgot or left them thereintentionally, but it wasn?t. My mother often kicked her shoes off when she sat down at her desk.She never fastened the buttons of her skirt suit jackets. She alwaysfastened the buttons of her silk lace blouses right up to the neck.The rest of the Inner Circle also helped in their different ways,correcting me when I said or did something too unlike Ingrid. Theessential message was: be brisk, brusque and business-like. Cut out thesmiles and laughs, and don't even think about telling jokes. Anyone wouldthink my mother was.