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Оглавление“ALEXANDER LOGAN?” Kali swung open the door leading into the waiting room.
“Aye, that’s me.” A gentleman with a thick shock of gray hair tried to press himself up from the bench seat, flat cap in one hand, cane in the other. “And you are...?”
“Dr. O’Shea. I’m the new—the locum doctor.”
“With a name like O’Shea and those green eyes of yours I’m guessing you must be Irish.” He grinned at her, eyes shining.
Kali hoped he didn’t see the wince of pain his question had elicited. He wasn’t to know that her mother—her ballast—with her distant Irish connection was the only reason she was alive.
“My wife was Irish. Feisty.”
Just like her mother.
“She sounds like a great woman,” she replied with a smile, grateful to dodge the question about herself. “You all right there, Mr. Logan? Would you like a hand standing up?”
“Oh, no—well, a bit.” He looked up at her with a widening smile. “Yes, those eyes of yours remind me of Tilly, all right.”
Kali hooked her arm through his, relieved to feel him put a bit of his body weight on her arm. “Shall we try and work our way to the exam room?”
“Oh, sure. Not as quick on my—” He lifted his hand to his mouth, as if he were waiting for a sneeze to arrive. When the sneeze came, he stumbled forward, losing his grip on his cane as he fell, then let out a howl of pain.
