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of the office. She looked in at Rebecca, who was still flushed with anger, and shook her head.
    â€œYou two are going at it already?” she asked her friend.
    Rebecca fumed. “There are other jobs, you know.”
    â€œSimmer down, hon,” Lois soothed. “That vein over your temple looks like a hyperventillating worm.”
    â€œI can’t help it, Lo. He gets me so agitated.”
    A faint smile lifted one corner of Lois’s mouth.
    â€œYes,” she agreed with a knowing little glimmer in her eyes. “He certainly does, doesn’t he?”
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    Rebecca’s eyebrows arched in surprise when, toward the middle of the afternoon, Hazel arrived unannounced requesting a drop-by appointment with Dr. Saville.
    â€œYou were just here last week,” she reminded the older woman.
    â€œHoney, I’m not quite senile yet. I know that.”
    â€œWhat’s the problem?”
    Hazel poked a hand inside her big raffia tote and produced a brown bottle. “It’s these new vitamins I want to try,” she explained. “Mitty Ames swears by them. I want the doctor to look at the label and tell me what he thinks.”
    â€œHazel,” Rebecca said suspiciously, “you’re practicallyan expert on vitamins. Dr. Winthrop used to send patients to you for advice.”
    â€œWell, my lands,” Hazel complained. “Is this Russia? I come with a simple request, and I get the third degree. Is a drop-by a problem? If he’s too busy…”
    â€œNo,” Rebecca assured her, eyes cutting to the monthly appointment planner on Lois’s desk. “I think he’ll see you, Hazel. He’ll be finishing up with a patient in a few minutes, and there’s no one else scheduled today because he has to go to the hospital later for two surgeries. I’ll ask him.”
    â€œThank you, sweet love,” Hazel replied, unperturbed by Rebecca’s searching gaze.
    Five minutes later Hazel and John Saville were once again alone in the examination room.
    â€œWell, young lady,” he said, his eyes nearly as curious as Rebecca’s had been, “what’s this about vitami—”
    â€œOh, never mind the vitamins,” she said impatiently. “That was just a fib to get me past Rebecca. What is it you youngsters require nowadays—an electric cattle prod?”
    He blinked as if she had spoken in Chinese. “Excuse me?”
    â€œOh, excuse a cat’s tail, you hunka-hunka burning love. Just tell me straight up—John, are you attracted to Rebecca O’Reilly?”
    He actually gaped in astonishment, unused to having his authority ripped right out from under him. “I, uh…that is…”
    â€œJust spit it out,” she urged him. “Yes or no?”
    He scrubbed his face with his hands and slacked into the chair beside her.
    â€œI’ll take that as a definite, unequivocal yes,” she told him.
    He watched her, his handsome face a study in cloaking his emotions.
    â€œSo what are you waiting for, an embossed invitation?”
    He smiled a bitter smile. “If you’re thinking that Miss O’Reilly and I might hit it off one day, you can forget it. For starters,” he assured her, “she despises me down deep in her bones. Hell if I know why.”
    â€œShe’s had her heart broken by your kind.”
    He snorted. “What do you mean, by my kind? I may not have grown up in Mystery, but let me assure all of the townsfolk, I am the exact same species you are.”
    Hazel shook her head at the folly of this younger generation. “You just remind her of the wounds she’s had to lick. That’s all.”
    â€œWe’ve all been wounded, one way or another. I can’t make her heal,” he stated in a monotone. His dismissal was to Hazel like blood to a hound.
    â€œMaybe she’s not the one to heal,” Hazel said, her eyes narrowing. “Maybe it’s the doctor