Maragana Girl
Copyright 2004 by EC
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(warnings: judicial corporal punishment, forced public nudity, sex between adults, 
references to drug use, references to violence)

Chapter 24 – Prisoner # 98946

While Tiffany was asleep Kim took the precaution of rummaging through her 
future client's purse, looking for ID's, cash, and drug paraphernalia. Sure enough, 
she found all three, along with some pictures of Tiffany with family members and 
some others with young women who must have been co-workers from Dirty 
Grampy's. Kim's heart skipped a beat when she came across some worn pictures 
from high school. There were photos of Tiffany with Kim and Susan, and another 
with a friend who had been killed in a car accident last year.

Kim confiscated her companion's passport, money, credit cards, her state driver's 
license, and her medical records. She put those items in her own travel bag, to 
turn over to Vladim Dukov as soon as they were in Danube City. She pondered 
what to do with Tiffany's meth pipe. She thought about keeping it for her client's 
trial, but then thought no, I'll just get rid of it. She dropped it in the trashcan in 
one of the plane's bathrooms.

The two women had about a 90-minute lay-over in Frankfurt. They got off the 
plane with Tiffany a bit disoriented and cramped from having slept curled up in 
an airplane seat for eight hours. 

As soon as they left the plane, Kim immediately led her companion to find the 
connecting flight to Danube City. At the far end of the terminal was the gate for 
Griffin Airlines. She saw the familiar braided hair and traditional-looking dresses 
of the stewardesses, shortened and modified to accommodate the needs of their 
profession. 

Once they were near the departure gate, Kim began exercising her new role in 
Tiffany's life. She ordered her former friend to go into a nearby women's 
bathroom. While Tiffany watched, Kim stepped out of her shorts and T-shirt, 
replacing them with a long skirt and Danubian blouse. Kim explained that she 
needed to be dressed somewhat more formally upon entering the Duchy because 
she would be acting in an official capacity. She then put on the engagement gifts 
Sergekt had given her: the wedding band, the griffin necklace, and the silver 
hairpiece.

"I would be greatly dishonoring my fiancée if I'm not wearing these items when I 
re-enter the country. By the way, one of the things I expect from you is an 
apology to him for the way you behaved at the café before we got arrested, as 
soon as you speak enough Danubian."

Kim then addressed the issue of Tiffany's piercings. "OK, you got the piercing in 
your stomach, the one on your eyebrow and the one in your nose. Any others?"

"No, that's it. I used to have one, well you know…but I had to take it out when I 
started having customers at Grampy's."

"Alright, I need those piercings out. Take 'em off and hand them to me. You can't 
be wearing anything like that once we get to Danube City. They don't allow it."

"Kim…fuck…you don't have to be so bossy."

"Give me the piercings. And get all those earrings out of your ears."

Tiffany, a bit taken aback by the tone of Kim's voice, removed the piercings from 
her face and stomach and handed them over. She then removed a row of cheap 
earrings from each ear. Kim promptly threw the items in the trash. When Tiffany 
objected she commented.

"That part of your life is over. You don't need 'em."

Tiffany resented Kim's sharp way of talking to her, but there was much more to 
come. She was becoming agitated again, as the first symptoms of withdrawal 
loomed in her body. Kim was all too aware of the possibility her companion 
might break away and try to find someone selling drugs. In Frankfurt finding 
drugs was quite easy. Getting them for free wasn't. Tiffany suddenly began 
frantically digging through her purse.

"Where's my stuff!? Where's my money!?"

"I have your ID's and money. I'm putting them in your case file."

"You can't fucking do that! That's my money! You can't take my fucking money!"

Apprentice Lee, now asserting herself in the role of Tiffany's Spokeswoman, 
calmly looked her client in the eyes. With a very cold, knowing tone of voice she 
asked:

"Tiffany, why do you need money?"

"It's none of your fucking business! You can't just take my money!"

"It is my business, because I know why you want your money. You want one last 
hit before you go to Danube City. Just to calm your nerves. But that's the way it's 
always been with you, hasn't it? One last hit! Just one last hit! One last hit before 
we leave Prague! Isn't that what you said to Susan? One last hit? And for her it 
was, wasn't it?"

Tiffany said nothing, but her silence gave Kim her answer.

"There's not going to be a last hit for you. Not this time. You're done. You've 
stopped using drugs. You've already quit."

"Kim…please…I…"

"It's over! You've stopped! Now, we need to get on our last plane, and you need to 
get your ass moving!"

Tiffany was becoming yet more agitated. Kim decided to get her on the plane 
immediately. She pulled out her two faxes and showed them to the ticket agent. In 
Danubian she explained the situation with Tiffany and the possibility her forlorn-
looking companion might start going through serious withdrawal on the flight. 
The ticket agent got on the loudspeaker to ask in Danubian if there were any 
military or law enforcement personnel waiting to board. Two men in civilian 
clothing responded. Apprentice Lee saluted them and showed them Dukov's 
faxes. The ticket agent opened the door to the plane, allowing Kim, Tiffany, and 
the two police officers to board first.

Kim ordered Tiffany to sit next to the window and sat down next to her. The cops 
sat in the seats behind. Tiffany was running her hands through her hair and 
fidgeting, but had calmed down slightly. She was very nervous, knowing a hellish 
several weeks lay ahead. Kim's next words did not reassure her.

"Tiffany, now that we are on a plane that's Danubian and there's two cops sitting 
behind us, as far as I'm concerned, we're in Upper Danubia and you're under 
arrest. Do you understand?"

Tiffany nodded.

"OK. Here's the deal. I now hold legal custody over you as your Spokeswoman. 
I'm not officially a Spokeswoman and won't be for several years, but with you I 
have been granted a provisional status. As far as you're concerned, the word 
'provisional' doesn't mean anything. You will treat me as your Spokeswoman, and 
you will do what I tell you. If you make any major decisions, like changing you 
job, you have to clear it with me first. If there's a guy you like, I have to meet him 
and say whether or not you can go out. And I can have you tested for drugs when 
I want, which at the beginning, is gonna be at least once a week. If you don't obey 
me I can have you charged with insurrection. If I have any doubts about anything 
I'll consult with Spokesman Dukov. You also have the right to appeal any 
decision I make to Spokesman Dukov, if you think I'm being unfair."

Tiffany buried her forehead in the hands.

"Do you understand?"

"Yeah-Yeah! I understand!"

"The other issue is protocol. You need to address me as Apprentice Lee, always. 
That's my professional title, and they're big on using titles in the Duchy. When I 
get married, it'll be Apprentice Lee-Dolkivna. When I get my degree and my 
apprenticeship ends, then I'll be 'Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna'. There's something 
else, and this is going to be hard, but you gotta do it. As far as you're concerned 
I'm a public official and you are a criminal. That means when you greet me, 
whether it's to say 'hello' or 'goodbye', you have to get on your knees and touch 
your forehead to the ground…"

Tiffany gave Kim a horrified look. "You're fucking crazy! You're on a fucking 
power trip! That's why you got me to do this…to…"

"No! That's not it! It's the way they do things in Upper Danubia and you'll just 
have to get used to it. I can tell you, up until three weeks ago, I had to kneel in 
front of a lot of people, because I was a criminal and that's the way things are. All 
I want is to keep you out of trouble and not have you embarrass me. If you don't 
believe me, then you can request a different Spokesperson. Now, let's get that 
issue settled, once and for all. Do you want another Spokesperson when we get to 
Danube City? If you do, I'll have you re-assigned."

Tiffany was silent.

"Do you?"

"No."

"No, what? How do you address me?"

Tiffany looked at her former friend and current Spokeswoman. Kim looked so 
totally different than she had looked two years ago, with her braided hair, her 
Danubian blouse, and engagement necklace and hairpiece. The change in what 
she was wearing, however, was nothing in comparison with Kim's hard, 
determined expression. The Kimberly Lee Tiffany had known in high school was 
gone…completely gone. For the first time she really saw Kim for what she truly 
was, a Danubian public official…and her custodian. 

"No…Apprentice Lee. I…I don't want another Spokesperson."

"OK. I know you're about to start going through withdrawal, but I'm hoping it 
won't be too bad before we get to Danube City. By the way, I need to know what 
to expect. Is it meth or heroin that you've been using? Joe told me he thought it 
was meth." 

"I've been doing both. You know, to control the binges."

Kim sighed. "Alright, once we're in the air I'll call the police doctor and let him 
know. I'm not sure what that means for your detox, but that's his job, not mine, to 
figure it out."

Kim was interrupted by the pilot welcoming the passengers and announcing the 
standard emergency procedures. The stewardesses took their positions and began 
safety demonstrations, as Apprentice Lee and her client stayed silent. Within a 
few minutes the plane was in the air and on its way to Danube City. The flight 
would be very short, slightly over an hour. 

Once the plane was airborne, Kim pulled the phone off the seat in front of her to 
relay the information about the mix of methamphetamine and heroin in Tiffany's 
body. After she hung up she continued.

"It's gonna be rough for you and I understand you'll be saying things to me over 
the next few days you don't mean. Whatever you say I won't hold against you 
'cause I know you can't help it. This is it, Tiffany. There's no turning back now. 
You're gonna be clean and you're gonna see your 30th birthday. It's over."

Tiffany tried to smile, but she was terrified of the commitment she had made, a 
commitment she no longer could reconsider. 

----------

The plane landed and pulled to a stop at the King Vladik International Airport. 
The airport was primitive, so the plane did not pull up to the terminal. Workers 
instead wheeled staircases to the front and back doors of the plane. Kim, Tiffany, 
and the two cops accompanying them walked with the other passengers to the 
terminal. Right outside the entrance Vladim Dukov, as well as his son Vladik and 
his partner, were waiting. Kim's temporary escort saluted Vladik, said goodbye to 
Kim, and departed into the terminal. As her nervous and forlorn client looked on, 
Kim saluted Vladik and his partner, who saluted back. She then presented Vladim 
Dukov's faxes. In Danubian Kim announced:

"Officer, I am entering the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia with the United States 
citizen Tiffany Walker, who has volunteered to return to the Duchy to face 
charges of marijuana possession, direct perjury, and indirect perjury resulting 
from offenses committed July 2, two years ago." 

"Very well, Apprentice Lee, I am declaring your client, the American Tiffany 
Walker, under arrest for the crimes of marijuana possession, direct perjury, and 
indirect perjury."

Kim turned to Tiffany to address her in English. "OK, that's it. You're under 
arrest. Turn around because Officer Dukov needs to cuff you."

Once the handcuffs were on, Vladik's female partner firmly gripped Tiffany's arm, 
not painfully but with enough force to let the prisoner know who was in charge.

Once Tiffany was properly subdued and handcuffed, Kim saluted Vladik and 
made another for-the-record statement in Danubian.

"The United States citizen Tiffany Walker will require medical treatment for 
methamphetamine and heroin addiction before she is processed through the 
Danubian judicial system. I request that my client be placed under medical 
confinement instead of judicial confinement. Furthermore, I request that the 
National Police of the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia utilize the public resources 
necessary to conduct a full medical evaluation of her condition and to remove all 
traces of illicit narcotics from her body. I request that Tiffany Walker's medical 
needs be fully resolved before any judicial action is taken against her by the 
Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia."

"That request is granted, Apprentice. I will escort this prisoner to the medical 
treatment center of the Danube City National Hospital and have her processed for 
medical observation and chemical detoxification."

Kim turned to Tiffany to explain in English what was going on.

"Alright, these two police officers are taking you to the Danube City National 
Hospital and putting you under the care of the police doctor. They'll have to test 
you to see what's in your body. I'll have to catch up, 'cause I need to get my bags 
and get our passports stamped. I gotta drop my bags off at Spokesman Dukov's 
office and pick up your police file from two years ago."

Tiffany was shaking from both fear and withdrawal, which was starting up in 
earnest. Vladik and his partner pushed her into a nearby squad car and they took 
off. Kim and Vladim Dukov entered Customs to get the needed stamps for the 
two US passports. The Spokesman and his trainee signed a series of certificates to 
formally declare Tiffany's entry into the country as a prisoner. Then they went to 
the luggage claim area and picked up Kim's two suitcases. Since they were not 
police officers, they had to return to Danube City by trolley.

----------

By the time Kim and Vladim Dukov appeared in the hospital with Tiffany's 
paperwork, Kim's client was in a large hospital room with a large group of 
medical students. Kim realized from the noises coming from the room that 
Tiffany already was suffering from full-scale withdrawal. She screamed and 
ranted as she endured bouts of extreme paranoia and delusions. When Kim 
entered the room, she saw Tiffany naked on a hospital bed, with several students 
trying to control her by holding her arms and legs. Other students and doctors 
were standing near the door frantically taking notes and thumbing through reports 
or papers downloaded from the Internet. Tiffany was the first real case of 
methamphetamine withdrawal any of them had directly witnessed, which 
presented them with a real learning opportunity.

Kim winced at seeing Tiffany going through her personal hell. The Danubians 
believed in treating drug withdrawal cold-turkey, so there were no sedatives, just 
multiple hands holding her down. A couple of the medical students who spoke 
English were trying to communicate with her, but were making little headway. 

Kim grimly watched for about an hour. After a protracted struggle, Tiffany finally 
calmed down, as her keepers nervously checked her vital signs and consulted their 
notes. Kim realized her client was about to crash again. She asked the old head 
doctor for his evaluation of Tiffany's condition. He responded by handing her a 
copy of the results of the medical tests. Tiffany had tested positive for high levels 
of methamphetamine in her body. She also had tested positive for heroin, as well 
as trace amounts of cocaine, marijuana, and valium. She later would need to be 
treated for Chlamydia and amoebas, as well as have some serious cavities in 
several of her teeth filled. He commented:

"There's quite a bit that's wrong with her, but fortunately it looks like we can fix 
all of it and she'll lead a normal life. Well, a normal life for a criminal, anyhow. 
She's not damaged beyond repair, and you should give thanks to the Ancients that 
you managed to get her treatment when you did."

The doctor handed over some additional papers and signature forms, along with 
Tiffany's mini-skirt, G-string, and t-shirt. Kim took the clothes, not really sure 
what to do with them. As a condition of her impending sentence, Tiffany would 
not be allowed to get dressed again until she was 55 years old.

----------

There wasn't much more Kim could do for Tiffany that night, so she spent the 
evening with Sergekt. He chose not to go to the airport when he found out about 
Tiffany, knowing that Kim needed to focus her energies on her new client. Kim, 
hugely relieved that Tiffany was safely undergoing withdrawal in a supervised 
situation, finally decided to go home and change, then call Sergekt.

Sergekt and Kim greeted each other in the proper manner of an average engaged 
couple, using correct protocol. Sergekt kissed Kim's hand and then she kissed his. 
They did not hug, because hugging was something done in private. Criminals 
hugged in public and no one said anything about that, but Kim and Sergekt no 
longer were criminals. They were free citizens, and with freedom also came 
responsibilities and protocol. They would be a serious couple determined to be 
strict and upright in their behavior, and exercise "proper values" at all times.

Precisely because Kim and Sergekt had suffered so many humiliations and 
indignities as criminals, they were fixated with achieving respectability from the 
people around them, which was a common obsession among recently released 
offenders in Upper Danubia. Ex-criminals tended to over-compensate for their 
sentences with proper protocol and formal behavior during the first several 
months after their collars were off, an obsession that usually faded after while. 
Kim and Sergekt were in the first stages of their lives as free citizens, which 
meant reasserting their dignity was still very much on their minds.

As the long summer afternoon slowly faded into dusk, Kimberly Lee and Sergekt 
Dolkiv walked down the streets of Danube City. It was the very first time in their 
lives they were downtown together as normal citizens, not criminals. Kim had 
changed into a light sun-dress, while Sergket was wearing a loose-fitting 
traditional shirt and modern cargo pants. Kim was wearing the three engagement 
items Sergekt had given her the previous fall, which she would be expected to 
wear on a daily basis for the rest of her life, unless she was at the beach or 
exercising.

Kim talked about her trip to the U.S. and her feelings about having extracted 
Tiffany from her death spiral.

"It's strange how it all happened. In school she was the leader of our group. She 
was real popular and always got everyone to do what she wanted. You never 
argued with Tiffany, because if you did, she knew how to put you in your place. 
But, you wanted to please her, because she was a lot of fun to be around. She had 
real charisma and people really liked her. But now, she's…just emptied out, 
maybe like a glass of wine that got tipped over. There's nothing there, except her 
addictions and a bunch of self-pity. Everything she was in high school, the way 
she got people to like her, the fun, it's gone. I'm confident the path of her life is to 
recover, but she won't be the same. I don't know whether to feel good about that 
or not."

They walked in silence for a while, along the river in the twilight of the European 
summer. Kim continued.

"She learned a very hard lesson in Frankfurt, when I cleaned out her purse and 
started bossing her around. I'm not her friend anymore. I'm her Spokeswoman and 
she's my client. I'll run her life, and she'll have to do what I tell her. She'll have to 
get on her knees when she greets me and ask my permission if she wants to do 
anything. If she disobeys me I'll ask Officer Vladik Dukov to switch her. That's 
going to be hard, because I still have some pictures of us, back when we were in 
high school, when it was her telling me what to do. But, with her addictions, I 
don't see how it can be any other way."

"What does Spokesman Dukov have to say about all this?"

"He was the one who put me in charge of Tiffany, because he thinks I can 
understand her better than anyone else. He thinks I'm doing the right thing, by 
planning on being so strict with her."

"What about her sentence?"

"She'll serve the full 35 years. I'll ask that she not be allowed to leave Danube 
City at all during that time. I'll ask that she be switched once each year on July 12. 
That's the date Susan died, and every year Tiffany will be reminded how her 
behavior resulted in our friend's death. Every year she'll remember, and every 
year she'll be punished for it."

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh, especially 35 years?"

"There's two things to remember. Direct perjury is a crime that has a maximum 
punishment of a 20-year sentence and a switching every four months. I don't 
really want Tiffany to be punished for perjury, but I plan to use the perjury charge 
as a justification to keep her under my supervision as long as possible. I'm 
worried about relapses, which, with methamphetamine, can happen years after a 
person gets clean. I'm also worried about the heroin cravings, which she'll be 
stuck with for a very long time. She's a drug addict, and she'll still be a drug 
addict 20 years from now, even if she never touches the stuff again."

Kim was quiet for a moment. She collected her thoughts and continued.

"What she really needs to be punished for, on a yearly basis, is her role in Susan's 
death. I think she's full of guilt over what happened, and that guilt is what 
damaged her soul. That's part of the reason why she got so badly hooked on 
drugs. Instead allowing that guilt to destroy her though drug abuse, I'll make her 
suffer physically on the same date every year as a way of forcing her to perform 
penance. Every July 12, she'll get her bottom whipped and be forced to think 
about the consequences of her behavior. That should take care of the guilt 
problem. They used to do it that way in the Middle Ages, you know, penance. 
That, and her annual participation in the Day of the Dead ceremonies, should be 
enough to repair the damage to her soul."

"What kind of life will she have the rest of the year?"

"At the beginning she will follow my path, working at the music store. But her 
path won't end there. When I become a Spokeswoman-in-full-standing and 
represent foreigners convicted as drug users, I'll have Tiffany assist me. She's 
'been there' as far as drug addiction is concerned. She knows a lot more about 
drugs than I do. She'll be able to help me with interviews and give me advice. She 
can talk to people and help them get used to being criminals. I think she will 
become a very great asset to me, which right now is what I have in mind for her 
future. Tiffany will be a very important part of my life, as my criminal assistant."

Sergekt marveled at his fiancée's rapid change. Just three weeks before she had 
been a criminal herself, and now it seemed she had completed her transformation 
away from that mindset. She was serious and direct and had a very no-nonsense 
way of talking. The transition was so fast and so dramatic that Sergekt found it 
very disconcerting, almost frightening.

----------

The following day Kim and Vladim Dukov visited Tiffany in her holding cell at 
the hospital. She was soundly asleep, in a crashed state as her body continued the 
long process of expelling the mix of chemical substances built up in her tissues. 
Kim shook her head.

"There's no way she's ready for trial, Spokesman Dukov, and from what the police 
doctor told me, it'll be at least another week before she'll want to do anything 
other than sleep."

A delayed trial was not a normal procedure in Upper Danubia, but in Tiffany's 
case it was the only viable option. Anyone looking at her would know right away 
she was not ready to face a court hearing. Not only did she need to have her body 
decontaminated from drugs; she also urgently needed dental work and to be 
treated for amoebas and venereal disease. 

Tiffany woke up mid-morning. She stunk from not having showered for three 
days and from her sweaty bout of delusions the previous afternoon. The first thing 
she did was look for her clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. Kim reminded 
her why.

"They gave me your clothes last night. I took my T-shirt back and threw out your 
mini-skirt and G-string. Don't forget you're now a prisoner of the Duchy, and they 
don't allow prisoners or convicted criminals to wear any clothes."

Kim sat with her client as she ate, then told her to take a shower. Once she was 
clean, Vladik Dukov handcuffed Tiffany to take her to the Central Police Station 
to have her formally booked and photographed. 

An hour later, for the second time in her life, Tiffany stood in front of the police 
cameras in the booking room to have an updated series of mugshots taken. She 
listlessly followed Kim's instructions, too tired to really care what was happening 
at the moment. Tiffany's original criminal number, 98946, was re-activated. Kim 
signed the papers that officially gave her custody of Tiffany and collected the new 
pictures to add to her case file. At Dukov's request, the arraignment committee 
agreed not to interview Tiffany until she had finished her medical treatments.

Tiffany was in a very irritable mood, because she desperately wanted to get back 
to sleep. At that moment she cared about nothing else. Kim decided to return her 
to the hospital. Vladik handcuffed the prisoner and took both women back to the 
hospital in a squad car. Tiffany was infinitely grateful when she was able to get 
back in bed.

Kim then met with the doctor in charge of the substance abuse program in the 
hospital to make the final arrangements for Tiffany's next month. As soon as 
Tiffany started sleeping less, she would begin a regime of exercising, physical 
labor, and a strictly controlled diet, under the direction of a medical intern who 
spoke English. The hospital would address her other medical problems and 
release her for trial at the end of August.

Kim worried about Tiffany becoming bored or trying to escape.

"Our patients don't get bored. We don't give them that opportunity. Boredom will 
be the last thing on her mind. As for escaping..." the doctor held up a sturdy 
plastic collar "we collar our patients, as soon as we're confident they won't have 
any more seizures. You will notice this collar is blue, which is what we use for 
alcoholics. Tiffany Walker will have a red collar, for heroin. We don't yet have a 
color for methamphetamine."

"Doctor, I have another question. What about visitation?"

"Sundays, between 9:00 a.m. and noon. Our patients have Sunday mornings to 
rest and that's when they receive visitors. However, they can only see family 
members or Spokespersons. The only visitors Tiffany Walker can see will be 
either you or Spokesman Dukov."

The doctor then took Kim to the hospital grounds, where a group of about 40 
naked patients was performing calisthenics. Kim noticed that about half of the 
patients were middle-aged men wearing blue collars. The others were younger 
people, men and women, wearing collars of various colors. An older female 
doctor dressed in a white smock was directing the group. She walked around 
carrying a police switch, ready to give a quick stroke to anyone not performing to 
her expectations. 

The doctor explained that because it was Sunday, the day was an "easy" one for 
the patients. They had spent the morning resting or receiving visitors. Once the 
group finished the calisthenics session they would stretch and then go swimming 
in the large hospital pool. The swim would be followed by the patients' weekly 
medical evaluations and another session of stretching.

The other six days of the week had a much more rigorous routine that always 
started at 5:30. After breakfast, the patients spent the morning gardening or 
performing other manual labor tasks. The chores were followed by calisthenics. 
Once the calisthenics were over, the group would go swimming. They would have 
a session of stretching, then have lunch, and then hike during the afternoon in a 
nearby forest park. In the late afternoon there was more stretching, another swim, 
dinner, a group activity, and finally bedtime at 8:30. They could write or read 
letters between 8:30 and 9:00, but no television or radio was permitted. The only 
day patients could sleep past 5:30 was on Sundays. Kim agreed with the doctor 
about Tiffany not having the opportunity to be bored. With this program, boredom 
was not an option.

"We don't give our patients much time to think or reflect, and we do that on 
purpose. Our job is simply to remove the substances from their bodies and restore 
their physical health. Once their physical health is restored, then they will earn the 
luxury of thought and reflection. We believe damage to the mind cannot be 
repaired before damage to the body is repaired. It is our path in life to repair the 
body of the patient. It is the Spokesperson's path in life to repair the mind and 
soul."

For a while Kim and the head doctor watched the on-going calisthenics session in 
silence. Kim noticed all the patients were trying to exercise as hard as possible, 
but each at his or her own pace. The switch was for anyone who quit trying. The 
doctor continued:

"Tiffany Walker will walk out of here with her physical health restored. When she 
does, my job is finished, and your job, to restore her damaged soul, will begin."

----------

Kim returned to Tiffany's room, to find her awake and listlessly staring at the 
ceiling. She gave her client a summary of the rehab program and its expectations. 
Tiffany was somewhat distressed upon finding out she would not see Kim until 
the following Sunday. Kim countered:

"Look, the doctor's right. You gotta fix your body, and for that you don't need me. 
There really won't be that much for me to do until your health's taken care of. 
Besides, I do have a life of my own, Tiffany. I have to sing in Warsaw at the end 
of the week, and I haven't even started rehearsing with Eloisa. Tomorrow I have 
to go back to my job at the music store, if I don't want to get fired and lose my 
visa. And between all that I have to spend quality time in Spokesman Dukov's 
office reading up on the laws affecting your case, to make sure I don't make a fool 
out myself at your trial."

Tiffany sadly nodded.

"OK, this coming week they're gonna let you rest in the mornings, but after lunch 
they'll at least want you at the pool and out stretching. There's an intern who 
speaks a little English who'll be giving you instructions. I think tomorrow's when 
they'll start your Chlamydia treatments, but I don't know what exactly they're 
gonna do. Your teeth will have to wait 'till next week, but they will get that fixed 
before you leave here."

She squeezed Tiffany's hand. 

"Anyhow, I gotta go, 'cause actually, I'm not supposed to be here outside official 
visiting hours. I know it's gonna be a rough week, but it'll get better once you're 
well enough to exercise. Just do what they tell you and they'll treat you fine."

Kim stood up to leave. Tiffany stayed sitting on her bed sadly looking at her. Kim 
stopped and flashed an irritated glance at her client.

"Tiffany, what did I tell you about protocol?"

"Kim…I…"

"That's not the proper way to address me. You'll notice I'm not calling you 'Tiff' 
anymore."

Kim impatiently tapped the floor with her foot. Tiffany opened her mouth to 
object, but the sharp look Kim's dark eyes stopped her. Very reluctantly she got 
on her knees. Her sad expression asked the silent question, "…what do I do now?"

"Please kneel forward and touch your forehead to the floor. Then say "Goodbye, 
until our next meeting, Apprentice Lee.' Next week I'll teach you how to say it in 
Danubian, which you'll need to know when you say goodbye to me, or to any 
other Danubian official, in public."

"Goodbye…until our next meeting…Apprentice Lee."

As soon as Kim left, Tiffany got back in bed. She cried very briefly, and then 
went to sleep.

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The following day Kim went back to work at the music store, after a three-week 
absence. For the first time Kim entered the store dressed, but as soon as she was 
inside she pulled off her dress and hung it in the employees' break-room. As it had 
been for years, the store uniform for all employees, criminals and ex-criminals 
alike, was complete nudity. She returned to the information desk properly naked 
except for her engagement jewelry, which was the one item she now was allowed 
to wear. The other employees crowded around her as she passed out shot-glasses, 
baseball caps, and paperweights from her hometown in the US.

Kim spent most of her first day back at work talking about her trip to the U.S. and 
her feelings about her scattered friends and estranged parents. What she would not 
discuss in detail was Tiffany. Kim confirmed that she had brought Tiffany back 
with her to face criminal charges stemming from two years ago, but refused to say 
anything more, citing her responsibilities as Tiffany's legal representative.

"The details of her case will come out at her trial, which I'm sure will cause a bit 
of a sensation once it goes on TV. I would be violating my relationship with her if 
I were to say anything now."

Once back in the store and safely at her post at the information counter, Kim truly 
felt that she had come home. That day she made one important decision, that she 
did not want to quit her job at the music store anytime soon. She would continue 
to work three days per week, and use the other days to handle the finances of 
"Socrates' Mistresses" or pursue her legal studies under the tutelage of Spokesman 
Dukov. In spite of the store's modest pay, to simply banter with customers, hang 
out with her co-workers, and talk about music offered Kim a welcome break from 
all her other responsibilities. Besides, the store manager had signed her "transition 
visa", so she was committed to stay at least until her marriage in October.

Eloisa came in that afternoon, wearing one of her stylish sun-dresses. She warmly 
hugged Kim, but then got right down to business: the rehearsal schedule and the 
upcoming trip to Warsaw for the concert, which had been moved up to Friday the 
28th. Kim was not surprised to hear Eloisa announce there would be rehearsals 
every night until the group's departure that Thursday morning, and then another 
dressed rehearsal in Warsaw Thursday night. The band would return home to 
Danube City the following Saturday afternoon, a fact that hugely relieved Kim. 
The concert would not interfere with her visit to Tiffany the following Sunday.

Besides rehearsal, there were other issues waiting for Kim to work out, mostly the 
financial details Eloisa had delegated to her American partner. When she was not 
working or rehearsing, Kim spent every moment of her spare time going over the 
band's business arrangements with her boss from the store.

Kim noted a very significant change in Eloisa during the rehearsals. She was 
happier than Kim had ever seen her, but in a rather detached, spiritual manner. 
The transformation was very evident in the way Eloisa sang. Eloisa sang as 
though she were dreaming. Her voice was infinitely moving, almost unbelievably 
moving, perhaps like the voice of an ancient wood spirit or angel. 

That Thursday the band's 15 members, plus 10 support staff, took a short flight 
from Danube City to the dreary Polish capitol. It was the first time out of the 
country for most of Kim's friends. Warsaw held few surprises for the American, 
but her Danubian companions were a bit dumbstruck at the barrage of signs, 
traffic and noise. They huddled together as they made their way to the concert hall 
from their hotel. 

Kim sighed. This is just Warsaw, for heaven's sake. How on earth are you going 
to handle Berlin or Barcelona? 

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That evening "Socrates' Mistresses" presented a mix of new songs and some of 
the original music that first made the band famous. Kim sang several solos in 
English, Eloisa sang some solos in Danubian with Kim backing her up, and the 
two sang several songs together. 

Finally Eloisa worked off her stage fright. She ended the concert by performing 
several Danubian songs by herself, while Kim took her place among the back-up 
singers. The lead singer closed her eyes and focused her entire being on a single 
purpose in life, her music. During the final minutes of the concert Eloisa 
overpowered everything and everyone else, the beauty of her voice allowing 
everyone listening to forget the squalidness of this world for a few minutes. 

As she sang with the other back-up singers, Kim watched with deep personal 
satisfaction as Eloisa shined on the stage. The American was a good singer, but as 
she watched Eloisa's soul come out with her mystical songs, she realized there 
was no way her own voice could possibly keep up with her friend's voice. No 
one's voice could keep up with Eloisa's voice. 

Kim realized that Eloisa had completed her transformation from a traumatized 
high school student into something truly great. Her spirit finally had escaped "the 
dark places of life".

