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“You are out of your freaking mind, mister!” Claire brushed the prototype EEG sensors aside as resolutely as she would swat an insect buzzing in her ear. The offending electrodes were stitched into the straps of one of Claire’s discarded brassieres, from her "special" drawer for garments that would never again be used, but which had not lain in state long enough to receive burial rites.
That the prototype required aesthetic improvements was clear from Claire’s revulsion to it. Patrick considered her a pragmatic woman, relatively speaking, so he couldn't understand her failure to appreciate the bra strap's favorable elastomeric properties. And more importantly, he thought Claire would find it funny.
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[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited January 10, 2008).]
I don't understand why Clair would say
“You are out of your freaking mind, mister!”
and then
“That was my favorite bra,”
Especially if she is revolted by it.
From the description, EEG sensors make me think of a whip antenna (something 5 feet long). The only place I can imagine them being sewn to a bra for comical reasons is erh...
I think you may be better off throwing in a line describing this fantastic brassiere.
edit: Ahhh, he modified an existing bra... I really didn't get that at first.
[This message has been edited by halogen (edited December 24, 2007).]
I got thrown with POV - assumed it was Claire in the first paragraph, but obviously Patrick by the second.
Also, do you need the insect metaphor in the first paragraph, it distracted me a bit, got me thinking about bugs. Then again, we are talking about electrodes in undergarments...
Thank you for your concern about Claire's honor. I assure you that Patrick is a proper S.O. (marriage cert. properly recorded) and that the garment in question really was a discard. Claire is a competant forensic acct., but may have over-reacted a bit in this case.
Regards, WouldBe