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The technician apparently had been standing by the second chair in the cramped space and the opening
door hit his arm, sent his equipment flying; glass vials shattered on the desk, on the wall, on the floor.

"Oh, God!" he moaned. He looked as if he might cry.

Reba stared at the mess, as near tears as he seemed to be. "Good heavens! I'm sorry. I'll tell someone to
send for maintenance. I'm terribly sorry." She went around her desk, hung up the phone, and got her
purse from a drawer. He stood like a statue, as if hypnotized by the scattered equipment, the shards of
glass.

"Hey," she said, more sharply, "I said I'm sorry. It's not the end of the world.

Shit happens. What did you want, anyway?"

"Just to draw some blood from you. I'll get some clean stuff. Will you wait a minute or two?" He looked
at her with a despairing expression.

"I can't. What's it for? Who told you to draw blood from me?" She paused at the door.

"Dr. Bressler," he mumbled. "It's a...a new test or something. He said to get yours first since you'll be
leaving."
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"I don't know a Dr. Bressler," she said coldly. "I don't participate in new tests that I know nothing about,
and I have to leave like this very second." She left him standing there with an agonized look on his face.

THE NEW COLUMBIAN Hotel was a vast complex, hotel, conference center, convention hall, private
party rooms.... It had not been the Cameron group's choice for the dinner party, too expensive for them,
but Michael's mother had prevailed, and

Reba had seen little point in getting into a fight over it. Now, when she stepped from the revolving door
into the lobby, she came to a dead stop, gaping.

The lobby was immense, on several levels, part of the floor purple and green marble, part of it
grape-colored plush carpet. There were many crystal chandeliers, dozens of arrangements of green and
gold sofas and chairs, black marble table tops, black marble counters... And scurrying about were
several dozen men in funny hats, some wearing striped engineers' overalls, some carrying oil cans, some
carrying parts of train sets, others laying track. Half of the lobby was roped off with gold velvet ropes
and behind the barrier the men were laying out miniature railroads.

The revolving door revolved and someone bumped Reba from behind; she began to walk toward the
information counter. She paused at the bulletin board announcing current events. A rather fat bald man
moved a little to one side to make room for her. A convention of train buffs, she realized, was happening
this weekend.

Also a conference of scientists and computer people. A golden wedding anniversary party dance, other