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Edith’s husband had been gone for a few years He’d died about the time McKenzie had returned to Coopersville and started practicing at the clinic Edith and her husband must have been patients of Lance’s prior to his death Had the woed doctors at the clinic because McKenzie hadn’t known her husband and therefore she’dher?

No wonder he’d been so familiar with Edith

“What do you think is going on, Edith?” Lance asked, re his stethoscope from his lab coat pocket

“I think you and my doctor are up to monkey business”

McKenzie’s jaw dropped

Lance grinned “Monkey business, eh? Is that what practicing medicine is called these days?”

“Practicingabout You knohat I er at him

“As did you when I asked what you thought was going on,” Lance countered, not fazed by her good-natured fussing

The wousto “I’ured it was my constipation Then today I saw that blood when I spit up, so I wasn’t sure as going on and thought I’d better let Dr Sanders check me”

“I’lad you did”

“Me, too,” the wohty years and then a few “I definitely feel better now than I did earlier I think the oxygen is helping”

“Were you having a hard ti, Edith?”

“Not really I just felt like air was having trouble getting into my body”

More symptoms Edith had failed to mention

“Any weight gain?”