Chapter 39
Duchy of Aragoni
Dani
AROUND FOUR THAT afternoon, I locked up my lab for the day and went in search of Gert, who was wrapping up her own duties. Together we went to Marco’s office where we found him swivelled around in his chair, feet on his credenza, dictating notes for patient records. When he sensed a presence in his office, he lowered his feet to the floor, spun his chair back around, and came face-to-face with us.
“Oops,” he said. “We’re going shopping, aren’t we?”
“You bet your ass,” Gert said, “after which you’re buying me dinner.”
“Speaking of your ass,” I said, “get it in gear right now.”
He snapped a mock salute, said, “Yes, Sir,” and got up from the desk.
Gert had become a regular fixture in our lives ever since she’d acted as nurse-in-charge of the triplets w
