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Post by skybright on Mar 7, 2006 23:21:07 GMT -5
"Uhm... it's Alex. Listen, something's come up... If you know a mutant doctor we could trust, I think we could use one out here. It's not about--er, our guest--but it's not good. Thanks... Bye."
Daws sighed and retrieved her fedora from the bookcase where she'd placed it only moments before. One of these days, she mused, she'd actually go back to being in the office for more than ten minutes before a telephone call or newspaper headline did something to complicate her life.
Fat chance. She settled the hat back over her dark hair, snatched up the phone, and quickly dialed a number.
The voice on the other end was brisk and businesslike. "Doctor Olivard speaking."
"Hey, Doc, it's Daws." She glanced at the clock on the desk and then continued, "Look, how would you feel about making a house call?"
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