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barely make out in the magazine. "Well, I
hope you enjoy your lunch, Doctor," he
says and saunters away. The receptionist
casts him a sideward glance.
“Ah, Mrs. Haines. How wonderful
to see you. Please come through.”
Standing, I straighten my jacket,
which I am glad I decided to wear at the
last minute. I follow the doctor through
the frosted glass and wood door and into
a large office. The large glass desk sits
