His expression said Jeremy’s surgery had gone well. But the lunch bag was conspicuously absent. I followed him into his office. “I gather Jeremy’s on the mend?” “Yes, thanks. He’s home now and kicking up a fuss, but he’s doing fine.” “I bet he doesn’t think he’s doing fine.” Paul threw me a wry look before taking off his coat. “How’d you guess? He thinks he’s going to die unless some minor miracle saves him.” “So how come you left him alone at home?” “I didn’t. Old Mrs. McMillan next door offered to keep an eye on him.” Paul chuckled as he started walking toward the coffee machine. “Jeremy dislikes old Gertie McMillan because she’s tough as a drill sergeant.” “Was it a good idea to leave them together, then?” Paul shrugged. “I might find one of them dead by the time I get home this evening.” But his sly smile said he was enjoying the thought of leaving Jeremy in the hands of some crusty old dragon. During the next hour I filled Paul in on what had happened at my meetings in Washington.
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