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Joseph Sr. Cairo. The Will Of The Wisp
Chapter 1. An Eleven O’clock Appointment
Chapter 2. The Iceman Cometh
Chapter 3. Anthem of the Whistling Wind
Chapter 4. The Will of the Wisp
Chapter 5. A Predetermined Certainty
Chapter 6. The Douglas Adams Café
Chapter 7. Curves and Colors
Chapter 8. Considering the Infinite
Chapter 9. Beethoven’s Fifth
Chapter 10. Good Hunting, Sir
Chapter 11. The Black Assassin
Chapter 12. A Public Key Algorithm
Chapter 13. For every lilly . .
Chapter 14. A Cup of Coffee with Sandra Brown
Chapter 15. I hope you like hamburger. .
Chapter 16. Heart to God, Hand to Man
Chapter 17. Watch for the Red Sun
Chapter 18. Sugar is the Enemy
Chapter 19. The Big Enchilada
Chapter 20. The Nature of the Landscape
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But that wasn’t all. The flu bug had bitten her. This year’s importation from Singapore was a particularly virulent strain; she could hardly breathe, watery eyes, unbearable headache, low grade fever—the antibiotic made her feel weak, the cold medication drowsy.
Swiveling her chair toward the window, away from the rolling expanse of ivory Karastan overlaying her capacious office on the 68th floor of 30 Rock, she gazed downward into Rockefeller Plaza, wondering how she would make it through the day, much less the week. The flags of nations unfurled like a herd of stampeding horses, relentlessly clanking their metal riggings against their freshly painted white flagpoles. The strange cacophony reverberated eerily off the monolithic slate-gray facades, drowning out the montage of Christmas carols blaring out of the cluster of six twelve-hundred watt speakers. She focused on the seventy-foot Alberta fir surrounded by horn blowing angels, then the golden Prometheus then the Channel Gardens. The ice-skaters revolved around the glistening white-smoke rectangular rink like department store manikins stiffened by the harsh December wind slip-streaming through the narrow vertical grooves of the art-deco canyon. Lately, she’d been given to bouts of depression and a shortened attention span. Concentration had always been her strong point. Pre-wedding jitters, she thought. Maybe it was just this damn cold.
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Sally carefully measured two teaspoonfuls and handed the dose cup over to Melissa who drank it down in a gulp, wincing as she swallowed.
“Sally, can I ask you something?” Melissa inquired. Her voice seemed re-energized by the syrup.
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