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"
Take
off
your
pants
,
baby
.
We
’
re
all
friends
here
.
I
want
to
see
what
kind
of
a
job
they
did
.
"
I
stood
up
,
took
off
the
breeches
and
pulled
off
the
knee
-
brace
.
Rinaldi
sat
on
the
floor
and
bent
the
knee
gently
back
and
forth
.
He
ran
his
finger
along
the
scar
;
put
his
thumbs
together
over
the
kneecap
and
rocked
the
knee
gently
with
his
fingers
.
"
Is
that
all
the
articulation
you
have
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
crime
to
send
you
back
.
They
ought
to
get
complete
articulation
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
lot
better
than
it
was
.
It
was
stiff
as
a
board
.
"
Rinaldi
bent
it
more
.
I
watched
his
hands
.
He
had
fine
surgeon
’
s
hands
.
I
looked
at
the
top
of
his
head
,
his
hair
shiny
and
parted
smoothly
.
He
bent
the
knee
too
far
.
"
Ouch
!
"
I
said
.
"
You
ought
to
have
more
treatment
on
it
with
the
machines
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
It
’
s
better
than
it
was
.
"
"
I
see
that
,
baby
.
This
is
something
I
know
more
about
than
you
.
"
He
stood
up
and
sat
down
on
the
bed
.
"
The
knee
itself
is
a
good
job
.
"
He
was
through
with
the
knee
.
"
Tell
me
all
about
everything
.
"
