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feet, maybe six-one, with a weathered Gary Cooper-Randolph Scott look,
more like a saddle hand than a plastic surgeon. Long, lean, and close
to the bone, a rack of baby-back ribs.

The image made her smile and took her back to her childhood when she
worked in the family's Italian deli and meat market. Her dad made a
practice then■still did, no doubt■of labeling certain customers with
the names of cuts of meat or one of his Italian specialty dishes. Mrs.
Fusco, who always had to touch everything, was a calatnan, potbellied
Mr. Prizzi was a pork loin, Mrs. Bellini, who'd always leave her
shopping list home and could never remember what she needed, was
capozella, and once when he'd thought she was in the front of the
store, Gin had heard Dad ask one of the butchers if he'd got a load of
the cannolis on Mrs. Phillips.

Little Gin adopted the practice and began categorizing the kids she
knew by cuts of meat. Duncan Lathram was definitely a rack of
baby-backs.

But Duncan's hands didn't quite go with the rest of him■long, delicate,
agile fingers that could perform miracles, do medical origami with
human tissues.

She felt awkward even thinking it, but the old guy was sexy.

Listen to me, she thought. He's older than my dad.

But no getting around it, Duncan Lathram was an attractive man. Not
that she felt any libidinous tugs toward him. God, no. But from a
purely esthetic standpoint, he was pretty hot for an old dude.

Must be our history, she thought. We go back a long way. And I've got
the scars to prove it.

The big guy was quiet today. Duncan almost always had something to
talk about. A news junkie. Read all the District papers, plus the
Baltimore San and the northern Virginia rags. Had them strewn all over
his office every morning. Never missed MacNeil/Lehrer and Meet the
Press.

And never failed to find something to tick him off.

Duncan had his Permanently-Ticks-Me-Off list and his Ticks-MeOff-Today
list. Always had something to talk about.

But not today.

The silence was starting to get to Gin.

"Hear about Senator Schulz? " she said.