Jakclynn sat in the waiting room. Damn, this sure as hell ainÕt no namby-pamby $2.50 doctor made room. This is hell she thought!! What the hell am I supposed to do? My baby needs me! He needs his mamaÕs love! That coma could kill him any second ... he needs me.. even if he cant tell that IÕm there... What is gonna happen? That doctor (the cute one)... Carter.. thatÕs it.. the, cognoscente, he told me not to worry, and that Stephenonius would be just fine! But I never worry.. How could he think that of me after the pridian event? After the seizure, the appendicitis, and the frontal labotomy. I would never push my son down the stairs! ItÕs not my fualt.. He tripped... If only his room hadnt been so messy... WHY WHY WHY!!!?????????? Nobody can know the truth... or the troubles IÕve seen. What truth? I AM innocent! HeÕs hoping to expiate me while he butters me up and tries to ameloirate me! Damn retrospective... Dr. Carter must die!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never defenestrated my boy! Stephenonius ainÕt no poltroon! I am the best distaff woman this side the mississippi! By trade I am a vexillologist, I ainÕt no dross! I am simply sitting here waiting to see my youngÕun with his poÕ arms all akimboed....All these damn doctors, lookin down on me-thinking I got lots of nescience. IÕll show them flags! After I kill Dr Carter!!!!
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