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concerned. “Not really. Are you sure you’re okay?”
    Nancy was about to answer her when she felt a sharp stabbing sensation grip her stomach.It hurt so much, she doubled over from the pain.
    â€œNancy!” Jody cried, leaning toward her. “What’s wrong?”
    She tried to force out an answer, but the pain was too intense. The last thing she remembered was tumbling to the floor. Then everything went black.

Chapter

Eight
    N ANCY OPENED HER EYES . Where was she? Her head was killing her, and her stomach was tied in knots. Looking up at tablecloths and chairs, she realized that she was lying on her back on the floor of the Edelweiss. Jody was kneeling next to her. Nancy pulled herself up slowly, wincing at the pain.
    â€œWhat happened?” Nancy asked.
    â€œI don’t know.” Jody’s pale face and worried expression told Nancy something terrible had happened. “One second we were talking, and the next you just keeled over and passed out. I called a doctor. Thank goodness there’s always one on call for ski accidents.”
    Though her legs were still shaky, with Jody and the maître d’s help Nancy was able to walk to thesmall employees’ lounge off the kitchen. “You’d better lie down,” Jody advised, pointing to a couch.
    Nancy closed her eyes again, hoping the pain in her stomach would go away—fast. A few minutes later she heard the door open.
    â€œI’m Dr. Gorman,” a gray-haired man said, slipping a stethoscope around his neck. “What happened?”
    Nancy shook her head. “I’m not sure. I passed out. But right before I did, I had terrible pains. It still hurts,” she added, holding her hands to her stomach.
    â€œIt must be food poisoning,” Jody said.
    The doctor asked Jody to leave while he examined Nancy. “What did you eat?” he asked as he took her blood pressure.
    â€œJust French onion soup. It tasted fine.”
    â€œHmm.” Dr. Gorman slid a thermometer under Nancy’s tongue and checked her pulse. “I don’t think it’s food poisoning,” he told her. “Usually you don’t see symptoms of that until three to four hours after eating.”
    He was silent for a moment as he filled a needle with a clear serum. “Your pulse is still quite slow,” he said, giving her an injection.
    â€œIf it’s not food poisoning . . .” Nancy began, looking expectantly at Dr. Gorman.
    The doctor hesitated a moment, then finished packing up his kit. “It could be several things, including a virus. Just to be sure, I’m sending your soup to a lab to be tested. When I get theresults I’ll let you know. You should be fine now, but you must go straight to bed. Do you need help getting to your room?”
    Jody came in and said she’d help Nancy, and the doctor left. “You’ll be okay?” Jody asked when they got to Nancy’s front door.
    Nancy assured Jody that she was fine. “I’ll go straight to bed,” she said. “My stomach needs all the rest it can get.”
    Jody laughed a little, then her sparkling green eyes grew serious. “I’m going to tell Mr. Reismueller about this. I tried to find him and his wife when the doctor got there, but they’d left. I’ll call him right now, though. He should know. The negative publicity—”
    Nancy stopped her short. “My meal at the Edelweiss last night was perfect and earned a rave review. The doctor wasn’t convinced I had food poisoning anyway. You heard him. When you get Karl, ask him to tell Sheila I’m not up to skiing tonight.”
    â€œYou’re being very understanding, Nancy,” Jody said, and she laughed. “Thank you.”
    Nancy said good night to Jody and let herself into her condo. Checking her watch, Nancy saw it was only eight-fifteen. She had almost two hours before Bess and George would show up.
    â€œMaybe I