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Regina Anderson sat at the bedroom vanity fumbling with a string of pearls. The large oval mirror in front of her showed a reflection of Greg, dressed in his dark suit pants and white shirt, brushing his teeth in their tiny master bathroom. She pushed her hair out of the way for the fifth time and strained to clasp the pearl necklace, but the clasp slipped out of her hand again. She resisted the urge to curse and instead took a deep breath. She didn’t want anything on her conscience on this fine Sunday morning. Turning around, she waited for her husband to emerge from the bathroom.
Greg wiped his face on one of the new blue towels that had been a wedding gift from his favorite aunt. She had mailed the set of towels within a week of hearing about Greg’s elopement. He could count on one hand the number of gifts that they had received. He had to admit that he’d never loved his aunt more than he had that day as Regina had squealed in delight while opening the package. Smiling, he turned to see his bride watching him intently.
“I can’t get my necklace on. Can you help me?” Regina pushed her bottom lip out and gave him a doleful look. His heart rate sped up as he gazed at her. The woman had the face and body of a model. She was wearing a silky white camisole and tight blue jeans. He quickly moved to help her with the necklace. As he snapped the necklace together and allowed her dark hair to sweep back into place, he realized once again what a startling contrast they made. The pearls gleamed against her chestnut brown skin. Leaning into her, he smiled at the reflection they made in the mirror.
“Want to come have lunch with me after church today?” He squeezed her hand and stood up to straighten his tie. “I’ll bet that we’ll be at the hospital all day.”
“Yum. Nothing beats hospital cafeteria food.” Regina smiled at him through the mirror as she reached for a bottle of lotion.“Do you think I could meet your sister, if I come?”
“I think that could probably be arranged.” Greg glanced at the clock. “Why don’t you just call me when the service is over, and we’ll meet up then?”
Regina nodded and flattened her lips to apply lipstick. “Will do.” She pressed her lips together and made a smacking noise.
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Clary shifted her weight impatiently as her colleague, Heather droned on and on during rounds. The attending physician, Dr. Mantis had a horrible reputation around the hospital. Her very presence set everyone on edge. While most attendings preferred to keep the daily briefings short and sweet, Dr. Mantis demanded a full report for each patient and then interrogated the patients to see if the information was accurate. She persisted in cross-examining the residents until someone made a mistake. The cat-and-mouse routine grated on Clary’s nerves.
Behind her another resident was shifting too. Clary glanced back at him to see that he was checking the time on his iPhone. She shook her head disapprovingly, but winced when she saw that it was already 8:45. Greg would be finished with the Armitage interview by now. She briefly considered asking for permission to leave, but decided it was better to stay off of Dr. Mantis’ radar. Heather was still droning on about the patient’s childhood surgeries.
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Regina felt out of place on the third floor of the hospital. She rounded the corner and stopped to study the blue sign on the wall. The fluorescent lights made the hall seem too bright and she felt very conspicuous as she searched for the labor and delivery ward. A few more arrows brought her to the nurses desk where Tanjia Williams stood reviewing a fresh set of lab results for one of Dr. Anderson’s patients. Regina stepped forward and startled the nurse.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Greg Anderson, or his sister Clary.” Regina hesitated, uncertain as to whether she should have said Dr. Anderson instead of her sister-in-law’s first name.
Tanjia sensed the woman’s discomfort. Her eyebrows wrinkled into a frown. “Are you a reporter? Because I can tell you right now that this area is off limits. The hospital pays PR people to speak for us. That way we can do our jobs. You have no right to come waltzing in here for an exclusive interview.” Tanjia started scanning the list of phone numbers taped to the desk. Her left finger pointed towards someone’s name while she reached for a post-it note with her right hand.
Regina placed her elbows on the desk and leaned forward earnestly. “You have the wrong idea. I’m not a reporter. I teach high school science. My husband asked me to come have lunch with him today at the hospital. His name is Greg Anderson. He’s a detective, but he told me that if I couldn’t find him then I should come introduce myself to his sister first. She and I have never met.”
Tanjia sat frozen for a minute with her left index finger still pointing to the PR hotline. She put the sticky pad down. “Well, um. I guess that I can,” Tanjia shook her head and interrupted herself, “Wait a minute. Would you mind showing me some identification? You wouldn’t believe some of the nutcases that have been up here today because of the murder case. I’d feel better if you just…” Tanjia trailed off as Regina’s heavy wallet plunked down on the counter top. She pulled out the driver’s license that she’d had changed over the summer. Her maiden name and her weight had been updated. Everything else looked the same.
Tanjia seemed satisfied. “It’ll just be a minute. Let me go find her.” She moved around the desk and waved towards the visitor’s lounge. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable in there. I’ll be right back.”
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