Philip R. Sullivan

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Copyright 2011 Philip R. Sullivan



I’m sorry,” replied Dr. Morley.

Couldn’t it be benign?”

It would’ve been possible before we did the liver biopsy, Mrs. Gerard . . . but not now.”

Oh God . . . I was hoping . . .”

Dr. Morley said nothing. His lower lip puckered a little while his eyes alertly appraised her response.

It’s just . . . I can’t really believe it. I knew he was losing weight. And he had this drawn look on his face. He even said he was feeling rotten, which was a lot for him, because he’s not the sort to go around complaining about his health. . . .”

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