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I find a ladies’ roo at my reflection in the mirror above the sink, I’m relieved to find that I do not in the least rese Much My jeans are torn and covered with grease andCooper’s leather jacket as well as a bright orange blanket around my shoulders There’s blood and dirt all over les There isn’t a trace of lipstick anywhere in the vicinity of my mouth

In short, I look hideous

I try to rectify the situation as best I can Still, the results aren’t anything to write ho I’d elected to freshen up a little, because when I wander out into the waiting room, my hospital bill--all seventeen hundred dollars of it, to be paid by New York College--in my back pocket, I’o off More than a dozen people I don’t know are calling out, "Miss Wells! Miss Wells, over here! Just one question, Miss Wells--" and the hospital security guard is trying desperately to keepinto the lobby from the street

"Heather!" A fa, but not before a wo hair shoves a microphone in my face and demands, "Miss Wells, is it true that you and forht are back together?"

Before I can open my mouth to reply, another reporter pounces

"Miss Wells, is it true that this is the second time in two days that someone has tried to kill you?"

"Miss Wells," a third reporter asks "Is there any truth to the rumor that this bomb was part of an elaborate terrorist plot to eradicate America’s most beloved former teen pop sensations?"

"Heather!"

Above the estures toa side door that says Hospital Personnel Only on it

But before I can duck toward it, sorabs me by my sore shoulder and shouts, "Heather, is it true that you’ll beCalvin Klein’s new fragrance for his fashion co through the wall of reporters and taking hold of ood ar, using his nightstick as a prod to hasten our progress

"All right, all right," he says over and over again, in the flat Brooklyn accent I’ve co to New York City "Let the lady through now Show a little coet out of her way"