"I noted that her badge said, Dr. Patricia Gulager. Dr. Gulager shook her head. "I hate to tell you that there is no hope for her. She'll be one of th...m soon drooling and biting and infecting more people. The only help I can give you is to give her a shot of this. It does the job fast." She held up a syringe full of bright green liquid."What the fuck is that!" I gasped out horrified. She shrugged. "It's just a bunch of chemicals I managed to whip up. Does the job. All I have to do is inject. “In a few days when things have settled down, I will hold a press conference to answer your questions. Thank you,” I added.What I did not say was the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow before the pieces had a chance to do any nerve damage. Doc Burns already had a specialist from John Hopkins to do the surgery tomorrow afternoon at 1400.After a tough night talking with the girls and family and then the muted pleasure of little boys and holding Takeo and Sara, I had a restless sleep.At 0700 I was. 39, I was surprised at her reaction. She insisted that I had not charged her enough; she wrote me a check of $1000 and said that she wished that it could be for more, but she was a little strapped for cash until she could get her husband's financial affairs under better control. In the meantime, she was going to spread the word among her friends that they should contact me first any time they needed my type of services. I thanked her profusely and bid her good day.I deposited the check in my. Donna’s eyes feigned concern. But I knew mom was just being her usual dramatic self. “We’re not so sure.” Donna and I exchanged glances as mother continued. There was a hint of concern on her face, but mostly I saw compassion and a measure of understanding. This was no longer the 1950s and we lived in Chicago. “And that’s OK, Mikey” Donna leaned forward and touched my hand. “How does she know?” I responded with an inquisitive look and a hard stare at mom. “She has always wondered why you.