.., I've got to have..., Martha's my idol!" hefinally blurted out. "She has really fabulous ideas on making rooms lookso cute!"Tears streamed down his...cheeks as Jake ran out of the cafeteria with hisnew favorite magazine clutched tightly in his hand. Barb leaned over andplanted a kiss on my cheek."You were wonderful!" We make a great team," I agreed as I drew her close for a kiss.I have to admit that turning Bozos into Bimbo's was very distracting.Every day at lunch, Barb and I would meet in. All these insane distractions are no morethan propagated ideas designed by the industrial complex to guaranteethat those who follow the rules and directives from the government, willbe good little sheeples.Okay I have been called a CovidIdiot, but I prefer to think of myself asstill being capable of independent thought. I do not need some officialtelling me what to do and what not to do. I still have rights, if I donot want to wear a mask I won't, if I don't want to follow all thesecrazy rules. EpilogWhen Marley ran into "The Blue Note" jazz club, she discovered that shehad "run" into a complete life: job, friends, a small apartment a fewblocks from her job, even a boyfriend with whom she had been intimate --_delightfully_ intimate, to her inner horror.Right now, she was working the Friday evening shift at the club."Marley," Billie, the bartender called, "The wings are up for tableeight!"Marley Weber stood up from the bar stool she'd been resting on, while shewaited for the order. She. "Put these in," said Sandra. "You've already bought them." The earringswere a massive hoops with concentric loops hanging down from a chain. Theyclinked every time I moved my head."Perfect. Sometimes a girl's got to call attention to herself, and nowpeople will hear you coming," said Sandra. "As if you're not doinganything ELSE to call attention to yourself." She giggled.We walked out into the mall area and Sandra continued to talk."There are times in a girl's life when it isn't about quality.