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“You’re mad at me,” he says as he shoves them into a plastic bag with her shoes.
“The call is over,” I say. “There’s no way that you can go back and do all the things you were supposed to do. We have nine more hours to spend together, so let’s just get through it.”
“It’s just that I—”
“It’s just that you got up this morning and put on your cool uniform and all that shit on your belt and figured that would magically make you do a better job.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you’re in the wrong profession, Dale.”
“Maybe.” He takes down the half-used bag of saline and sits on the bench with it in his lap. “On the first day of training, I asked if there was a badge.”
