She held Lucy's second glass in one hand, and an ivory cigarette holder in the other.She held Lucy's second glass in one hand, and an ivory cigarette holder in the other. Sallie drained the glass and grinned, before turning and getting it refilled. "I told your parents that Sallie and I would be playing mah jongg tonight," Lucy said. Her legs were having increasing difficulty supporting her. "She's an emancipated modern woman. Just look at her, Will." Wilbur ached inside. There was no way he'd be able to get Sallie out without her getting upset, raising a ruckus, and spilling the beans. Wilbur knew how grown-up Sallie felt now, especially since she had been treated like an equal by Lucy, her idol. He shook his head, covering his pain with a weak smile. Well, squirt, you wanted to be a modern woman... Day 4, 1043: Dr. Elijah Carter rolled his car through the front gates of the compound. He was eager to get back to work. He would have preferred to remain at the compound while his experiment was in progress, but he and Ann Weston were co-chairs of the UCLA neurosurgical symposium, so he had had no choice. He had tried to return immediately after the conference, leaving Ann, who understood his desire to get back, behind to play the gracious host. Unfortunately, he was ten hours later than anticipated, having been delayed by plane trouble. Murphy's Law at work. [You can say _that_ again! -AW] He proceeded directly to the clinic, figuring that Ann, who was probably due in an hour, could deal with any necessary administrivia. |