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Show 307 "Please." I am trying to be calm, but it is so very important that he call her. She is in so much danger and she must get someplace safe. Now. I am hearing his fingers punch the numbers, then a clearing of his throat. "Dr. Chappie?" He is apologizing even with his voice tone. I cannot hear what else is being said because he has apparently taken the phone by its long cord and wandered deeper into the kitchen, pacing in his conversing. I am praying that the "they" are not listening in to this conversation because they will be able to trace the call back to us. Back to this house. Back to our home with its four precious jewels. I can hear my children's soft restless sighings from then rooms down the hallway and I have cold fear for their lives. "She wants to talk with you," Hy is saying. He has come back into the room with the cordless phone in his hand. "Dr. Chappie, are you OK?" I am asking. I am pouring out my knowledge of her imminent danger and am warning her about the lurid potential of even this compromised telephone conversation when she interrupts me. "Suzanne, do you think this might be from the medication?" |