"DON'T TELL ME THAT."

  "Okay, I won't tell you that's why no hug.  There's been too much fighting." 

  "You want the chair?" 

  "Crutches." 

  "But the broken ribs." 

  "Here." The woman had been sitting backwards on the metal folding chair. 

  "Can you explain?" 

  "Not fully like lots of detail." 

  "A more generic version?" 

  "Can't be too generic these days.  Ranks infiltrated." 

  "Sit down." 

  "I'm fine." 

  "You should know better'n to say that word to me." 

  "I should know a lot of things better." 

  "You did this to yourself?" 

  "Pretty much.  D & D." 

  The women with chairs stopped coming over. 

  A higher up in the Red Cross asked, "Sunburn?" 

  "Shame." 

  "Get up." 

  "Aren't you just a plain writer?" 

  "Nice to see you too." 

  "Cigarette?" 

  "Yeah." 

  "No I mean, do you have one?" 

  "LOOK.  I'm only going to tell you this.  Something.  This something." 

  "Oh really.  I've heard your flapping lips are bigger than the Eastern Seaboard." 

  "There's (i)bloodsport(i) going on, and, to be honest, it stems back to a (i)not a gaffe(i)." 

  "I really think you should talk to the other one." 

  "I don't agree." 

  "That doesn't matter here." 

  "Is Madeline the other one?" 

  "What?" 

  "Her," pointed, and so hand-smacked. 

  (i)Play it cool.(i) 

  "How's your day?" 

  "They'd like to see you upstairs." 

  The two people looked at eachother. 

  "Both of you then." 

  "March." 

  "How were your travels?" 

  "Kay, yours?" 

  "Was going well until," louder then, "A presidential hopeful got stuck in a sumo wrestling seminar." 

  (i)Shut up.(i)  A Corps had also joined the march. 

  "Oh hey.  Yeah.  Now nobody knows who (i)embarassed(i) who and Mr. Fave Popular seems to have sparked a trend." 

  "Shi,ut the front door." 

  "Let them know okay." 

  "I'll think about it." 

  "Don't worry, I'll put her back." 

  "That's what you said about the last one." 

  "Where is that one nowadays?" 

  "You're barking up the wrong tree buddy.  I'm not a lawyer." 

  "Can you give me a day or two?" 

  "Can you help us sort this shi,ut out?" 

  "Does it involve being in or out?" 

  "Of course not." 

  "All of stay right there." 

  "Like we're going anywhere." 

  (i)Going nowhere fast.(i) 

  Briefcases plopped onto a table.  Outer garments plopped onto a chair. 

  "Wake up sweetie.  This could be our ticket." One girl lifted her head, the dried blood from her nose cracking as she smiled dreamily. 

  "I'll just interview whosever at the table," a hansome young man was led into the room saying. 

  "YIKES!" He tried to cover his facial expression with a pen held up to block a little (i)achoo(i).  "That's a lot of women."  No answer.  "They are all women, right?" 

  "Correct."  Other men came into the room.  One in a Hawaii'n shirt dumped the outer garments off the chair.  Another man picked up a white silk scarf.  "Mine was wearing something like this (i)before(i) the nightclub." 

  "Anything else?" 

  "We were somewhere near a car roundabout." 

  "No, I mean was she wearing anything else?" 

  The man blushed redpurple. 

  "I like to imagine." 

  The man reached for something and came at the man with an imaginary something.  "I oughtah" 

  "HONEY!  YOU'RE STICKING UP FOR ME!" The naked woman giggled. 

  He dropped the imaginary something and fell on one knee outside of the cell bars.  "Is that what you need me to do (i)love(i)?"  She stood.  A tearful nodding emphatically.  The other women cleared out of the way. 

  "Okay, that's one." 

  "One what?" Someone asked. 

  "Resolution!" 

  "Who else is in here because of (i)conflict(i)?" 

  Someone raised a hand but put it down again.  "Chickening out?" 

  "Not mine.  The conflict."