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"No. Specifically." Tulie was climbing all over doctor Macaluso now causing him to fall out of his squat onto his back, "Whoa. Did you have trouble opening her legs to

gradual tension, like an elastic, or did it just not go, like a door stop?" "Door stop. Oh doctor, you have lipstick on you. Let me...here." "I may need a letter from you." "A letter?" "About the lipstick. My wife..." "Oh dear," laughing with her right fingers held over her mouth.

Doctor Macaluso took advantage of the vacuum generated by that laugh to blurt, "Your daughter does not have cerebral palsy." Mrs. Chezfahfilthros fainted. "Shannon!" Actually, Shannon had an ear at the door and was already heading toward the smelling salts as the doctor lowered his swooning charge to the floor she took the lead. "Here, give me that stool. Under her legs. Hi, Tulie. Mommy is fine - just fine. But you kiddo - sounds like you need some work." Shannon swept Tulie into her arms. "You're beautiful. Nice hair! I love your lipstick," with a kiss on the cheek. "Tulie just opened her eyes wide and pointed at the door, "Fuck off." "It's a long story Shannon" "I'll bet."