Me… “How are your hands?”
Fellow DA, Carrie… “Fine, I guess.”
Me… “I wake up in the mornings and my fingers are stiff and curled up like this. (pause… hold up arthritic mitts) I have to concentrate and work them straight... bending and straightening to get the blood flowing again. I’m falling apart… falling apart I tell you!”
Carrie… “ha ha... that’s funny.”
Me… “Look at me… look at me! It’s not funny at all!”
Carrie… “I meant funny terrible… not funny Ha Ha.”
Me… “Oh, okay…”
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