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“Mr Black, your missed calls”

Turning, I saw good ol’ Betty, glasses hanging off her neck by old beads, her gray hair now cropped short “Yes, Betty, come in”

She put her glasses back on and looked up fro the baseball back on the desk “Judge Holland called and asked to ht for dinner”

“Call hi out the logs to sign

“Okay, and Mrs Yu wants—”

“Tell her we’re working on it as fast as we can, but her son did drive into a hospital building, so it isn’t as si bail”

“And Mr Thornton?”

“Bloody Thornton” I groaned rollinghim”

“Lastly, the Gimps”

The Gimps

The Gimps?

“Who the heck are the Gimps?” I looked up at her

Her planner was down and she just gave me that old look of hers

“Betty?”

“If one of those tech boys co and software, I’iht not work as fast or as shinny as their little touch pads, but I like my system Do you not like my system?”