October 10, 2004
“Do you ever get the sense that all this is futile?” Rod, Aviv’s house-mate, had the hunch-shouldered look that generally went along with depression or hangovers.
“School?” Aviv finished packing lunch.
“Everything.” It was accompanied by a dramatic hand-flail.
“No.” He couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe you should have gone into medicine, not Law.”
October 10, 2013
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
Aviv had his hand on someone’s artery, keeping them from bleeding out. He didn’t look up.
“I’m a doctor connected to the Red Cross, yes. Could you pass me that clamp?”
“You one of them.
Aviv had just enough to duck before the stick swung.
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