Faye not only called Papa Dee but promised to visit him the following Sunday. Her mountainous to-do list was slowly going down. The renovation was buzzing right along, and she’d hired a head nurse and selected four nursing students and received another donation from one of the county’s elite. Plus she’d be seeing Dexter again. Life was good. She’d sent Vickie home at five o’clock and was preparing to leave herself when the phone rang. “Hearts of Health and Healing Center, Dr. Buckner speaking.” “Buck!” She smiled, set her purse on the desk and eased into the chair. “Fear. How are you?” “I’m good, Faye. Real good. So how are your plans coming to save the world?” “Ha! Working on it. And speaking of, have you had a chance to review the materials I sent you?” “I did. That’s why I’m calling. You’ve done great work, Faye.
