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"There's no one there," Mrs. Stalwerg said in an accusing tone. |
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"No, ma'am. There's not." |
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D.J. took the stairs to the ground floor two at a time, cursing under her breath all the way. She should have known better than to argue with an angel in public. Not only had she lost her marbles, but everyone in the building would know it as soon as Mrs. Stalwerg recovered her voice. |
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The ride to the hospital took a mere five minutes. D.J. parked in the back and went in through the emergency entrance. Several of the EMT personnel waved a hello, as familiar with her as she was with them. |
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The nurse at the desk pointed to one of the examining rooms before D.J. could even voice a question. "Lou said you were taking him with you. Sign this." She put a long, legal-looking form attached to a clipboard in front of D.J.'s face and poked a pen into her hand. "Then he's yours for life." |
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"No thanks. I'm just taking him for the day." |
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The nurse looked D.J. up and down. "Sister, if I were you, I'd take him for as long as I could get him. He's a dream." |
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"More like a nightmare." D.J. signed the paper and handed the pen and clipboard back to the nurse. She turned to walk toward the examining room the nurse had indicated, but the sight of a man coming around the corner made her spin back around. "Speaking of nightmares," she muttered. Her gaze flew around the emergency room, looking for a place in which to disappear. No avenue of escape presented itself. If she'd been a few moments |
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