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while she was speaking, recognition set in on the man's face.
                  "Wait a minute—"
                  "Mr. Teller, please, I'm not with any newspaper or any organization or anything. I'm a private citizen looking to settle a little mystery surrounding my husband's death. Tom Griffin? He was a surgeon here. He died six years ago."
                  "You're that girl."
                  Her eyes rolled out of sheer habit.
                  A smile appeared on the man's face. "You're the one who solves all those mysteries."
                  "How do you do, Mr. Teller."
                  His smile faded. "Listen, I'd love to help you, but really there's nothing I can do. That was a long time ago and my memory's not what it used to be. There aren't any records left. It's over and done with. I'm sorry."
                  She reached into her bag and fumbled for a piece of paper and a pen. "Ok, but just in case, I'd like to give you my number. If your memory suddenly returns."
                  She scribbled her number on a chewing gum wrapper and handed it to him. "Sorry, it's all I got."
                  "Ms. Griffin."
                  She turned toward the sound of the voice and was face to face with Robert Hawkes.
                  "Hello again."
                  "Ms. Griffin, my staff is extremely busy. Surely you couldn’t have forgotten how it used to be around here. Well it's worse today. And my staff has better things to do than to stand around being harassed by you."
                  "She's not harassing me," said Richard Teller.
                  Hawkes glared at the man. "Mr. Teller, do you have any idea of the stack of resumes we have sitting in HR? Do you have any idea how many of them are just as qualified to do your job as you are, or more qualified? If you want to stand here and diddle around, be my guest."
                  Teller let out a breath like a slow-leaking tire and slunk away.
                  "And you, Ms. Griffin, I believe I'm correct in assuming you have no lucrative business here, am I right?"
                  "I'm here to visit a friend."
                  "The food poisoning case? She went home yesterday."             
                  "For a hospital director you're incredibly involved in the tiny details."
                  "You're done here, Ms. Griffin. We're done. Goodbye."
                  He began to walk away and Allie called out to him. "I've had warmer breakups!"
                  He swung his head around once as he kept walking. In that one head turn, Allie Griffin had herself a tiny victory.

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                  "Dinah? Ou est ma chatte ?"
                  Allie's white tabby came galumphing out with a series of complaints and grievances, most of which revolved around the lack of feline edibles in the house.
                  "My little baby fur ball, I'm going to feed you and give you your shot. What do you think about that?"
                  The cat repeated her list of grievances. Dinah was diabetic, which meant that Allie had to give the kitty a shot of insulin in the scruff of the neck twice a day. Both parties were experts in the field. Allie in administering, Dinah in receiving. Both demonstrated their respective abilities now, as Allie stabbed the ampule with the needle and drew a perfect dose, no air bubbles; and she gently and deftly pulled up Dinah's scruff as the kitty scarfed her food, and she administered the shot. Dinah looked up as if to say, "Are you finished?" and then dropped her head back down into her bowl.
                  She grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. "What do you say we get ourselves a pizza tonight,