Three-and-a-half years after EmT got back from Viet Nam, the idea of liking or not liking his job was more than he could handle; it was something to do, he didn’t have to be outside, and it wasn’t too scary. His mother had stayed with him for the first two days and after that Ethyl Esther took over. If EmT got confused Ethyl Esther would repeat, “Scrape, wipe, steam. Scrape, wipe, steam. Montana. Montana. Montana.” And EmT would calm down and go back to the sink.
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