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with the same sort of whisper. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
    â€œAh.”
    â€œIt’s not anything big or deep or dangerous. I don’t think. I’m just curious.”
    â€œI see.” She nodded wisely and gave him a little wink.
    â€œNo, Gram, I mean it. Just ask around. No big deal.”
    She stuck her nose in the air. “I know how to keep my cool, as we used to say in the jazz age.”
    â€œThe jazz age.” He laughed softly. “Okay, Gram, have your fun.”
    He sobered, realizing he might be unleashing a whirlwind.
    â€œBut under no circumstances are you to take any products from that place. No vitamins or tonics or lozenges. Don’t do any of their exercises either.”
    He thought for a moment and added, “In fact, don’t let any people from that place into your room. Okay?”
    â€œYou can trust me,” she said stoutly.
    â€œGood. Now can I trust you to get some rest?”
    â€œOf course. Just turn the TV to my favorite soap and I’ll be out like a light in no time.”
    If only he could believe it was really that easy.
    He headed down the hallway toward the elevator, punching the button and looking up as the doors opened to reveal the very attractive redheaded nurse already ensconced.
    He hesitated. There was something about the look in her eye that reminded him of a cat with a captured mouse.
    â€œCome on in,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “There’s plenty of room.”
    He nodded to her warily and stepped into the opposite corner of the car. She immediately moved toward him, and as the doors closed again, she reached out and fingered the fabric of his suit coat.
    â€œNice,” she said softly.
    He frowned at her, unable to believe this. “You like this suit?” he said incredulously. It was off the rack at a discount store.
    She smiled up at him seductively. “I like what’s in it.”
    He stared at her, aghast. Now that just wasn’t natural. Nice, but not natural. And when the doors opened again, he escaped as quickly as he could.
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    Abby was just passing through and she really didn’t have time for this. That was what she told herself as she stepped lightly down the hall in search of Room 707.
    She’d stopped by the nurses’ station to pick up some reports and they had told her of a lady who wanted more information about the clinic. That wasn’t really her function, but she didn’twant to be rude. She supposed she could drop by and be friendly at least. If she could only find the room.
    There it was.
    She stuck her head in and found a little gray-haired woman dozing in her bed.
    â€œHi, there,” she said brightly.
    The woman looked up and smiled a welcome. “Hello.”
    â€œAre you Phoebe—” she glanced at the chart on the wall “—O’Callahan?” She turned and stared at the woman, suddenly remembering the O’Callahan she’d met the day before. Frowning, she decided there must be a lot of O’Callahans in the city. Funny coincidence, though.
    â€œThe nurse at the station told me you were asking about the Healthy Living Clinic, and since I’m spending some time on this floor, I thought I’d stop by and see if I can answer any of your questions. I’m the public relations representative.”
    Phoebe beamed. “Well, thank you, dear. Come right in.”
    Abby made her way to the side of the bed. “I wish I had some literature to give you, but we’ve recently revamped the brochure and new oneswon’t be available until later this evening. But I’ll be sure to have some sent over for you.”
    â€œIsn’t that nice of you.” Phoebe gestured toward the chair. “In the meantime, you just come and sit right down here where I can look at you and you can tell me everything.”
    Abby laughed, pulling the chair over and dropping down into it. “Everything?