Smiling in spite of himself, wiping at his eyes with one hand, Toby

said, 'Get real, Dad.'

'It's true.'

'You don't know taste kwon do.'

'I'll be taking lessons, soon as the shell's dry.'

'A Ninja has to know how to use swords too, swords and all kinda

stuff.'

'More lessons, that's all.'

'Big problem.'

'What's that?'

'You're not a real turtle.'

'Well, of course I'm not a real turtle. Don't be silly. The

department isn't allowed to hire anything but human beings. People

don't much like it when they're given traffic tickets by members of

another species. So we have to make do with an imitation Teenage

Mutant Ninja Turtle Task Force. So what? Is Spider-Man really a

spider? Is Batman really a bat?'

'You got a point there.'

'You're damned right I do.'

'But.'

'But what?'

Grinning, the boy said, 'You're no teenager.'

'I can pass for one.'

'No way. You're an old guy.'

'Is that so?'

'A real old guy.'

'You're in big trouble when I get out of this bed, mister.'

'Yeah, but until your shell's dry, I'm safe.'

The next time Toby came to the hospital--Heather visited every day, but

Toby was limited to once or twice a week--Jack was wearing a colorful

headband.

Heather had gotten him a red-and-yellow scarf, which he'd folded and

tied around his head. The ends of the knot hung rakishly over his

right ear.

'Rest of the uniform is still being designed.' he told Toby.

A few weeks later, one day in mid-April, Heather pulled the privacy

curtain around Jack's bed and gave him a sponge bath and damp-sponge

shampoo to save the nurses a little work. She said, 'I'm not sure I

like other women bathing you. I'm getting jealous.'

He said, 'I swear I can explain where I was last night.'

'There's not a nurse in the hospital hasn't gone out of her way to tell

me that you're their favorite patient.'

'Well, honey, that's meaningless. Anybody can be their favorite

patient. It's easy. All you've got to do is avoid puking on them and

don't make fun of their little hats.'

'That easy, huh?' she said, sponging his left arm.

'Well, you also have to eat everything on your dinner tray, never

hassle them to give you massive injections of heroin without a doctor's

prescription, and never ever fake cardiac arrest just to get

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