THE SIXTH DAY:
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“Are you sure The Morning After is still open?” Carol asked as she parked the car. She and her nurse friend, Mary Ann, had just finished working the late shift. It was past 7:00 a.m. The sun reached over the horizon and began to subdue the street lamps.
“Is the White House in Washington? There are still a few things you can count on like the life and death emergencies that always happen in the wee small hours of the morning when I’m on duty,” Mary Ann said and opened the car door. “I can guarantee you, Carol that The Morning After will not only be open, but will have a crowd that would tweak the envy of any night club owner in the Capitol on any night of the week.”
The nurses entered through the back door where the patrons let themselves in. The place was hopping as
