Chapter 9
Georgina wasn’t taking any calls. Scott, teetering on the edge of rudeness, made this abundantly plain when I telephoned the following day. So, with Paul drowning in beginning-of-semester tasks and Ruth resolutely Bali-bound, I prevailed upon Connie to help me locate the patients on Diane Sturges’s list. Connie had to prepare a shipment of her painted gourd figures for an art gallery in New York, but she had hired Dennis’s twenty-something daughter, Maggie, to help out. Usually Connie strong-armed me to manage the packing, so I was relieved to learn that she had made other arrangements. It was also encouraging to hear that Maggie was feeling up to it. It had been over a year since her mother’s death, but Maggie was still grieving and not yet comfortable with the undeniable roman
