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Ransom. In a blue sweat suit he jogged methodically
along Elizabeth Circle toward her house. Rushing down
the steps, Mrs. Troyes beckoned him inside to take
care of her.
"Typical," snapped Coleman Sniffell when his car
radio announced that his car had been recalled because
it was leaking carbon monoxide. "I wish I were dead
and had done with it."
"Oh, you do not," said his wife, Ida, cheerfully.
"It's always me. Termites, rats, dog bites, clogged
toilets, mail lost, get in the line that doesn't move; buy
something, one tiny screw's missing. Life is a lemon and
I want my money back."
"I'll tell you what it is about you, Coleman. There's a
Mr. Healthy Self in us all, but you are what we call
stifling yours with the Whining Child. Just using your
negativity as a pacifier. You're listening to a sick script.
Listen to your healthy self!" she advised, as she held up
in front of the steering wheel a rainbow-covered
paperback. Listen to Your Healthy Self! it said.
The car swerved. A high, nasty horn bleated. Limus
Barnum's motorcycle cut in front of the Sniffells as they