"If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." How
many of us have actually taken that advice? And how hard it
would it be for someone who can only communicate negatively? I
guess Sandi is going to find out.  Chapter 2: In Which My Life
Is Totally Over!    When Sandi opened her eyes the next morning,
the clock on her dresser said 11 AM.  How unfashionable. I never
sleep that late. It is almost like my body didn't want to wake
up today. I wonder why—  The events of yesterday came flooding
back. Shopping. Arguing with her best friends. A lady having a
heart attack in the elevator. A promise inside an ambulance.
They had arrived at the hospital a minute later, and Ms. Walker
was taken somewhere Sandi couldn't follow. So she sat in the
waiting room and listened to the storm outside. In a surreal
moment, she found the latest issue of Waif on the table and saw
the striped dress article she missed. The magazine had never
seemed more artificial and meaningless. Sandi buried it under
all the others. Fin