[Because she wasn't his Goldie. Not any longer. He nods, and leans back into the cushions with his eyes closed. She could pace, but he didn't want to trigger another bout of vertigo by watching her.]
...we could ask Mister Law if there has been. He's been here for a while, and knows damn near everything. There might also be something in the medical records.
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[Because she wasn't his Goldie. Not any longer. He nods, and leans back into the cushions with his eyes closed. She could pace, but he didn't want to trigger another bout of vertigo by watching her.]
...we could ask Mister Law if there has been. He's been here for a while, and knows damn near everything. There might also be something in the medical records.