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stopped, then asked, "Kerry, what's the matter? You have a funny look on your face."
"Marg, this is important. Are you sure that Smith talked about women inviting jealousy and violence?"
"I'm sure that's what Stuart told me."
"Do you have Stuart's phone number? I want to talk to his wife."
"In the office. They live in Greenwich, but I happen to know that the number's unlisted, so it will have to wait till Monday. What's this about, anyhow?"
"I'll tell you about it over dinner," she said distractedly. It seemed to Kerry that the trial transcript was on a Rolodex in her mind. Dr. Smith swore that his daughter was in fear for her life because of Skip Reardon's unfounded jealousy. Had he been lying? Had Suzanne given Skip reason to be jealous? And if so, of whom?
...
Saturday, October 28th
At eight o'clock Saturday morning, Kerry received a phone call from Geoff Dorso. "I beeped in to the office and got your message," he told her. "I'm going to Trenton to see Skip this afternoon. Can you make it?" He explained that in order to register for the three o'clock visit, they would have to be at the prison by 1:45.
Almost as a reflex, Kerry heard herself say, "I'm sure I can make it. I'll have to make arrangements for Robin, but I'll meet you there."
Two hours later, Kerry and an impatient Robin were in Livingston, New Jersey, in the office of Dr. Ben Roth, a noted plastic surgeon.
"I'm going to miss the soccer game," Robin fretted.
"You'll be a little late, that's all," Kerry soothed. "Don't worry."
"Very late," Robin protested. "Why couldn't he see me this afternoon after the game?"
"Perhaps if you'd sent the doctor your schedule, he could have worked around it," Kerry teased.
"Oh, Mom." "You can bring Robin in now, Ms. McGrath," the receptionist announced.
Dr. Roth, in his mid-thirties, warm and affable, was a welcome change from Dr. Smith. He examined Robin's face carefully. "The lacerations probably looked pretty bad right after the accident, but they were what we call superficial. They didn't deeply penetrate the dermis. You haven't got any problems."
Robin looked relieved. "Great. Thanks, Doctor. Let's go, Mom."
"Wait in the reception area, Robin. I'll be out in just a moment. I want to talk to the doctor." Kerry's voice carried what Robin called "the tone." It meant "and I don't want to hear any arguments."
"Okay," Robin said with an exaggerated sigh as she departed.
"I know you have patients waiting, so I won't be long, Doctor, but there is something I must ask you," Kerry said.
"I have time. What is it, Ms. McGrath?"
Kerry reduced to a few brief sentences a description of what she had seen in Dr. Smith's office. "So I guess I have two questions," she concluded. "Can you remake just any face to look like someone else, or does some fundamental factor, like a similar bone structure, have to be present? And knowing that it is possible to remake some faces so that they look alike, is this something that plastic surgeons do, I mean deliberately remake someone to look like someone else?"
It was twenty minutes later when Kerry rejoined Robin and they rushed to the soccer field. Unlike Kerry, Robin was not a natural athlete, and Kerry had spent long hours working with her, because her heart was set on being a good player. Now, as she watched Robin confidently kick the ball past the goalie, Kerry was still reflecting on Dr. Roth's flat statement: "It's a fact that some surgeons give everyone the same nose or chin or eyes, but I find it extremely unusual that any surgeon would in essence clone the faces of his patients."
At eleven-thirty she caught Robin's eye and waved good-bye. Robin would go home from the game with her best friend, Cassie, and would spend the afternoon at her house.
A few minutes later, Kerry was on the road to Trenton.
She had visited the state prison several times and always found the grim aspect of barbed wire and guard towers a sobering sight. This was not a place she looked forward to seeing again.
Kerry found
"Marg, this is important. Are you sure that Smith talked about women inviting jealousy and violence?"
"I'm sure that's what Stuart told me."
"Do you have Stuart's phone number? I want to talk to his wife."
"In the office. They live in Greenwich, but I happen to know that the number's unlisted, so it will have to wait till Monday. What's this about, anyhow?"
"I'll tell you about it over dinner," she said distractedly. It seemed to Kerry that the trial transcript was on a Rolodex in her mind. Dr. Smith swore that his daughter was in fear for her life because of Skip Reardon's unfounded jealousy. Had he been lying? Had Suzanne given Skip reason to be jealous? And if so, of whom?
...
Saturday, October 28th
At eight o'clock Saturday morning, Kerry received a phone call from Geoff Dorso. "I beeped in to the office and got your message," he told her. "I'm going to Trenton to see Skip this afternoon. Can you make it?" He explained that in order to register for the three o'clock visit, they would have to be at the prison by 1:45.
Almost as a reflex, Kerry heard herself say, "I'm sure I can make it. I'll have to make arrangements for Robin, but I'll meet you there."
Two hours later, Kerry and an impatient Robin were in Livingston, New Jersey, in the office of Dr. Ben Roth, a noted plastic surgeon.
"I'm going to miss the soccer game," Robin fretted.
"You'll be a little late, that's all," Kerry soothed. "Don't worry."
"Very late," Robin protested. "Why couldn't he see me this afternoon after the game?"
"Perhaps if you'd sent the doctor your schedule, he could have worked around it," Kerry teased.
"Oh, Mom." "You can bring Robin in now, Ms. McGrath," the receptionist announced.
Dr. Roth, in his mid-thirties, warm and affable, was a welcome change from Dr. Smith. He examined Robin's face carefully. "The lacerations probably looked pretty bad right after the accident, but they were what we call superficial. They didn't deeply penetrate the dermis. You haven't got any problems."
Robin looked relieved. "Great. Thanks, Doctor. Let's go, Mom."
"Wait in the reception area, Robin. I'll be out in just a moment. I want to talk to the doctor." Kerry's voice carried what Robin called "the tone." It meant "and I don't want to hear any arguments."
"Okay," Robin said with an exaggerated sigh as she departed.
"I know you have patients waiting, so I won't be long, Doctor, but there is something I must ask you," Kerry said.
"I have time. What is it, Ms. McGrath?"
Kerry reduced to a few brief sentences a description of what she had seen in Dr. Smith's office. "So I guess I have two questions," she concluded. "Can you remake just any face to look like someone else, or does some fundamental factor, like a similar bone structure, have to be present? And knowing that it is possible to remake some faces so that they look alike, is this something that plastic surgeons do, I mean deliberately remake someone to look like someone else?"
It was twenty minutes later when Kerry rejoined Robin and they rushed to the soccer field. Unlike Kerry, Robin was not a natural athlete, and Kerry had spent long hours working with her, because her heart was set on being a good player. Now, as she watched Robin confidently kick the ball past the goalie, Kerry was still reflecting on Dr. Roth's flat statement: "It's a fact that some surgeons give everyone the same nose or chin or eyes, but I find it extremely unusual that any surgeon would in essence clone the faces of his patients."
At eleven-thirty she caught Robin's eye and waved good-bye. Robin would go home from the game with her best friend, Cassie, and would spend the afternoon at her house.
A few minutes later, Kerry was on the road to Trenton.
She had visited the state prison several times and always found the grim aspect of barbed wire and guard towers a sobering sight. This was not a place she looked forward to seeing again.
Kerry found
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