“I'm a no-good, good-for-nothing!” The largish woman cried. “I'm
300 pounds & I've lost my hair & teeth!” She cried even louder.
“I have a criminal record & my family has disowned me.”
   “There, there,” I said in a comforting way & from a safe
distance of 15 feet, “you must be good for something?” I
said. “Say,” I queried {but not so much as I did before
the rupture} “have you ever been to Cannibal Island?”