And not just with Birgit.”“Who else?”“Bethany, obviously. But also Karin, Jennifer, and Becky. We’ve talked about that last one quite a bit....��“True. I suppose I’ll leave you to your journal then. I’ll come get you for lunch.”“What time is Jess getting up?” I asked.“2:00pm. She wanted some extra sleep. She has her shift at 5:00am tomorrow, as usual. You remember her shift on Wednesday is only twelve hours, right?”“I remember. See you at lunch.”Kara left and I went back to writing. It seemed like. So now what?" That leaves us with the hard choices. One option, not one I wouldrecommend but it is an option, is faking your death and justseparating." No." Uncle Taylor was the only family he had left and vice-versa. Robwould not separate herself from him. "That's not an option."Ms. Kuna nodded with an expression that made Rob think she approved ofthat decision, "So that leaves you explaining all this to him."Rob bit her bottom lip. "Yeah. I don't suppose we could do this over thephone?" I. I took the poor girl's chart to skim over it but not without noticing that Pat had been right. Were she not lying under this blueish, sterile light, bereft of her life, I would have taken my chances at luring her to bed.I shook my head to remind me of my profession and the legal implications that came with it and guided my attention back to the medical chart.Nothing especially striking—not for my line of work anyway, I thought as I read, Age: 26, Cause of death: likely blood loss, subject to. "Much better," I thought.There was a white stretchy top that just barely covered my boobies. Ididn't even realize there was no bra or panties, nor did it dawn on methat I did not even look for them.I had to tear myself away from the mirror. "Now what did the nice doctorsay to do when I was done? Knock?" I knocked on my door and waited. Ididn't realize I was twirling my hair. The door opened and the doctorcaught his breath when he looked down at me. "Um this way please," hesaid.Every head.