> A grin spread over Zandra's face. "I can see why Derek likes
> you." One slight twinge caught at her, but she pushed it away with
> a hint of a martyr's melancholy passion. No, she would not punish
> Frances for being the object of his affections.
>
> "Tea sounds lovely. Right this way... you can tell me all about
> your profession. 'Medical Detectives' have always fascinated me."
> Walking beside the coroner, she pulled the door open for her.
>
"Really? A lot of people find it to be pretty morbid. There are even
people in my own family who have not understanding of why I'm doing this. A
couple of them have written off as just plain nuts." Frances followedher
into the kitchen and wondered what Zandra meant about Derek liking her.
She'd never felt that he disliked her, but on the other hand she didn't even
have a sense of friendship with him. He was friendly, down right cordial,
but they never socialized and they knew nothing about one another outside of
work related information. Once in the kitchen Frances began searching for
the tea and was rather surprised to find loose tea as well as the stuff in
bags. Oh what the heck, she thought and decided to make the real stuff.
She felt strong need to be doing something. The visitor outside had made
her rather uncomfortable, even though it couldn't have been who she thought
it was. "Do you know the woman out there with Derek?"
Frances
