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Show 126. fact, the only smile we got out of him today was when I said you'd made camp on one of our sofas." JD grinned, feeling suddenly lighter than air. "Actually, you could go on home," Dr. Burke pulled off his stethoscope. "Tomorrow, around two, maybe, you can see him a few minutes." "What about his eyes, Dr. Burke?" "We'll have a consultant here in the morning." JD nodded. "Okay. I'll go on home then . . . if you think he'll be all right." This time Dr. Burke smiled, his funny prune-face suddenly a sunburst, and clapped his hand on JD's shoulder. "Sure. We'll take care of him. Run along now." JD did. He ran most of the way home, his parka open and flapping against his sides. The slanted winter sun, streaking between the houses, hit his eyes like a series of semafores. "God," he prayed earnestly, "Chic's got to see again!" JD slowed to a walk as he neared home, trying to make out whose car it was parked in their drive behind his. Then he recognized Sylvie coming down the front walk, wearing her pink uniform under a fuzzy wrap. She stopped and waved when she saw him. "Your mother just tried to reach you at the hospital," she said, hoisting a big purse on her shoulder. "Why? What's up?" "Your job's up. Up for grabs this time. Gillispie's furious because you didn't show up last night and didn't even call. He says he won't let you come back." "Gee, nice of you to come by and break the news," he said sarcastically. "Listen to me, JD! I've got an idea that might work if you play your cards right." "Sylvie, honest, you're a great gal, but I could care less about Gillispie right now. I guess you know what happened to Chic--" "Sure. Everyone's heard." She stopped talking and looked serious. "How's he doing?" "Some better, I guess. I couldn't leave last night, that's all. |