If you can stomach the scene with her running down the streets of Washington, DC without shoes, glass or whatever piercing her feet, instead of being a sane, rational human and calling a cab or a doctor or whatever she needed to do, you are a more enlightened human than I am.
I wanted to take my book and clobber her over the head with it, at that point.
I got the impression that the woman truly was a nitwit. Or a really bad soap-opera writer wannabe.
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