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some up. He'll send you a check in the next couple of days.'' |
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"No hurry," I said, somewhat ascerbically. |
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Lucy was undaunted. "I called the Dean. He'll rearrange your lecture schedule." She finished and graced me with a cherubic grin. "Now you're supposed to say 'nicely done, good and faithful graduate assistant'." |
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"Nicely done," I muttered. Under the layers of gauze I was appreciating all her efforts. "Don't know what I'd do without you," I managed. |
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Lucy's smile intensified. Suddenly she glanced at her watch, and the smile curdled into a frown. "Oh, good grief," she sputtered, "I was supposed to be in Doctor Carlson's office twenty minutes ago." She picked up her jacket, blew me a kiss and started for the door. "Don't wait up on me," she said grinning. |
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Cosmo waited for the door to close then propped his slightly stooped frame up against the wall next to the bed. "Man to man, Elliott, how do you feel? I mean inside, where it counts." |
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In all the years I had known Cosmo Leach, I had never known the man to be so solicitous. So I took it for an honest question and decided it deserved something more than the standard flip repartee that tended to dominate our mentor-student |
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