"Hoffman-HauntedHumans" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Abbie)Arlene Bollings, Ph.D. The tape went on: "Oh, D.J., would you look up that address? It's on the envelope in the out basket." Damn, thought D.J., I was in such a hurry to get the tape I forgot to check the out basket. Just then Dr. Bollings came out of her office with a handful of papers and gave them to D.J. "Thanks, Boss," D.J. said and sighed. "You're in some kind of mood today, aren't you?" asked Dr. Bollings. "What was your first clue?" The doctor just smiled. "Lucky the schedule's light today. Rest up over the weekend. I've got five reports to dictate, and I plan to spend a lot of Saturday over a hot mike, so you'll have plenty to do on Monday." "Promises, promises," said D.J. She sorted through the stack of papers, found the letter and envelope from Dr. Kennedy on the bottom of the pile. D.J. put the letter on the copystand next to her keyboard and positioned the cursor a line below the date so she could type in the address. Dr. Chase Kennedy, Ph.D. "Arlene!" D.J. cried. TWO D.J.'S LANDLADY AFRA was watering the dwarf dahlias in the front planter at the Coat of Arms Apartments building when D.J. parked her six-year-old silver Tercel in the car port. D.J. groaned before she climbed out of the car and locked the door. Afra always wanted to talk, and D.J. was definitely not in the mood today. "You got plans for the weekend, hon, or you going to spend it holed up with the TV again like the last six weeks? Have you thought about getting some sun? You're so pasty!" Afra said as D.J. trudged up the concrete walk toward the front door. "Have you heard about UV?" D.J. said, then really wondered. Afra was who knew how old; her face was leathery and worn like any skin tanned by years of sunlight. "UV? Is that short for some new kind of perversion or drug? I have trouble keeping up with the kinds of mischief you youngsters get into anymore." "Uh, no, it's ultra-violet rays from the sun. They cause cancer." "Doesn't everything" Afra said. |
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