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I woke from a rare, goodnight’s sleep and headed for the office at my normal starting time. After gabbing with Grace and getting my caffeine coffee fill, I called several psychiatrists to see if they would be available to cover for me in case my patients needed help. Win Hempstead refused based on his situation with Cole. That was understandable. I did secure two volunteers; a female psychiatrist, Amanda Farmington, and a male psychiatrist, Hugh Goldman. Since patients sometimes feel more comfortable with one gender than another, I like to give them a choice. I supplied Grace with all the needed information.
With that taken care of, I went downstairs to tell Carrie of my plan. When I entered her room she was sitting behind her desk, absently staring in the distance. She heard me, leap
