It Happened in St. Louis
A Murder Mystery
by
Ann C. Rogers
Chapter 1
It was the first of May, 1990, and Kay Langan stepped out on the front porch to pick up the newspaper. She took a deep breath of the cool spring air, fragrant with the scent of lilacs. In the little park across the street, the lavender of the lilac bushes offered a contrast to the lovely white blossoms of the dogwood trees.As Kay’s glance traveled to her neighbors’ red, yellow, and orange tulips, her spirits soared. Kay had always savored life, but now since her triple bypass heart surgery even more.Kay picked up the newspaper and absent-mindedly slipped off its plastic covering. A large picture on the front page caught her eye. Recognizing the doctor in the picture, Kay stood motionless with shock as she read the banner headline: PROMINENT ST. LOUIS DOCTOR SHOT TO DEATH IN DOUBLE KILLING.When she went indoors, Kay sat down quickly in a chair, her face chalk-white, her eyes staring in disbelief.“Kay, what is it? Don’t you feel well?” her husband asked anxiously. He took the newspaper Kay held out for him to read. As he scanned the front page, Dr. Langan exclaimed, “My God, this is terrible!”Kay began to weep softly. “He saved my life,” she sobbed. “Now someone has taken his life from him.”As Dr. Langan read the first few paragraphs of the story, he murmured, “This is incredible.”“Why would anyone murder such a wonderful doctor?” asked Kay.Dr. Langan didn’t answer. He had been on the staff at Mercy Hospital fifteen years before his retirement. He knew that the dead man was a wonderful doctor. Dr. Langan also knew that the great doctor was a strange person in many respects. His surgery won the admiration of his colleagues, but they were often puzzled by his personal actions. He had many friends, but his complex personality made him a man of mystery.Chapter 2
The two men had first met at a party given by Dr. Magill on a rainy 4th of July evening. The party followed a festive day with thousands of St. Louisans attending the Veiled Prophet parade. They cheered the marching bands and the gorgeous floats.The first float carried the Veiled Prophet and his 1981 Queen of Love and Beauty, Eleanor Church Hawes. Each of the next twenty floats featured some aspect of St. Louis history, e.g. Charles Lindbergh’s solo flight across the Atlantic in 1927 and the first Veiled Prophet parade in 1878.At the party Dr. Langan stood discussing the parade with members of the staff at Mercy Hospital. Earlier he had been introduced to Dr. Alan Morrow and to Dr. Jack Kent.“I’m glad the rain held off until after the parade,” said Dr. Emerson. “I enjoyed all the floats, and I especially liked the one about the St. Louis World’s Fair in 1904.”“As a newcomer to St. Louis,” said Jack Kent, “I find its history fascinating. I think your World’s Fair in 1904 must have been the best ever.”“It had a never-to-be-forgotten grandeur,” declared Dr. Delaney. “Most impressive were about a dozen magnificent exhibitions called ‘palaces.’ The Palace of Agriculture was the largest, over 18 acres, but the Palace of Fine Arts was the only one built of permanent materials.”“That Palace of Fine Arts is the center part of our present Art Museum,” added Dr. Emerson.“It’s also one of the few things St. Louis has left from the Fair,” said Don Magill. “That and the giant bird cage at the zoo.”Jack Kent smiled. “Three of my favorite things are iced tea, ice cream cones, and hot dogs. I was surprised to learn that all three began in 1904 at the World’s Fair.”As the evening progressed, Dr. Langan noted that Dr. Morrow spent most of his time on the dance floor. His partner was a striking, tall brunette with green eyes of extraordinary beauty. They made a very attractive couple.Bob Langan commented to Jack Kent, “Alan Morrow seems to be enjoying himself immensely with his own Queen of Love and Beauty. Do you know her name?”“I should,” laughed Jack Kent. “Her name is Victoria Kingston. You may find this hard to believe, but Vicki is really my date for this evening. I introduced her to Alan about an hour ago. Ever since then I’ve been regretting my mistake.”“I’m surprised, Bob, that you don’t know Victoria,” said Dr. Delaney. “She’s president of the Women’s Auxiliary at Mercy.”“If they ever come off the dance floor, I’d certainly like to meet her,” said Dr. Langan.“I’d introduce you,” laughed Jack Kent. “But promise me that you won’t ask her to dance.”Chapter 3
Doctor Magill glanced across the street toward Forest Park as he and Carol Desmond, a nurse, walked along the east side of Kingshighway Boulevardd. They could hear the merry shouts of the ice skaters coming from Steinberg Skating Rink.“So much joy on that side of the street, and so much misery on this side,” Doctor Magill said as he glanced at the long row of tall, gray hospitals.“After that morning fog, it’s become a great day,” observed Carol. “For once we had good weather for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. I wish I could have gone.”“Tonight you can watch some of it on …….” Don Magill’s voice trailed off as he realized that Carol was no longer walking beside him. He glanced around to find Carol depositing a coin in a parking meter where the time had expired.“We have to keep moving, Carol. It’s almost 1:00.”As Carol ran to catch up with Dr. Magill, she said rather breathlessly, “I can’t bear the thought of someone coming out of the hospital and finding a parking ticket.”At that moment Don Magill noticed a parked car with its lights on. “Well, this could be an even worse predicament. That early morning fog had drivers turning on their lights. Some lady could find her battery dead. Maybe the car’s open, and I can turn off the lights.”“What makes you think it’s a lady who forgot?” Carol asked as the doctor opened the door of the car, slid onto the front seat, and turned off the lights.“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” shouted a tall, rather heavy-set man as he rushed toward them. “Get out of that car!”Don stepped quickly out of the car. As the tall man grabbed the lapels of the doctor’s jacket, his face was contorted with such fury that Dr. Magill stared at him in amazement.“I’m going to have you arrested!” the man roared as he glanced wildly at the long row of cars as if to find a police car.“Look, sir,” Carol exclaimed, “this is Dr. Magill. You left your lights on, and he didn’t want your battery to run down.”“I bet!” the man shouted. “I don’t remember leaving my lights on ----- or my car door open.”Dr. Magill jerked loose from his grasp. “You don’t remember turning them off either, now do you?” Dr. Magill asked calmly.“Here comes a policeman now!,” the man exclaimed as an officer alighted from an unmarked car and walked toward them. “I want this man arrested, Officer.”“Calm down, Mister,” said the policeman. “I often watch these two do-gooders. I think to myself that they’re probably street angels down here and up there,” he nodded toward the hospital, “who knows. But they’re not thieves,” the policeman added.“Don’t tell me they’re not thieves!” the man raved. “Everyone connected with that hospital is a robber. My son’s been in that hospital for only a week, and his bill is already over four thousand dollars. My son has asthma, and for no good reason, his doctor calls in a heart specialist. That Dr. Morrow spends a few minutes with little Tad, says his heart is okay, and now he wants to charge me some astronomical sum. He must think I’m an easy mark.”Carol noted that the man’s tan cashmere coat and tan suede shoes matched the cream color of his Cadillac. As the man continued to rant and rave to the policeman, Don Magill took hold of Carol’s arm and propelled her toward the entrance to the hospital.“I’m sorry about the misunderstanding,” Don called as he and Carol ducked into the revolving door.The lobby of Mercy Hospital was extremely attractive. On the walls were panels of scenes from Grimm’s fairy tales. They were painted in exquisite shades of pink, violet, and other pastel colors. In the center of the lobby was a fountain whose bubbling waters reflected myriad blendings of the same pastel shades. Don Magill and Carol hurried past the fountain toward the elevator.“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” Carol laughed as they stepped into the elevator.“Quiet, Do-Gooder.” Don pushed the button for the third floor.“I have to see how little Tad is getting along,” said Don as they stepped out of the elevator into the Pediatrics section.Doctor Magill entered Room 350 to find little Tad Hornet chattering away to his mother and aunt. Tad had been hospitalized for a week with a severe case of asthma. Allergy tests at the hospital had revealed the source of his trouble, and prescribed medicines had so alleviated the problem that he was ready to be discharged. Tad’s room was filled with all kinds of toys.Doctor Magill laughed, “I’m certainly glad, Tad, that you’re not allergic to toys.”Tad was a brash but very likable youngster. “Yeah, and I’m glad that I’m not allergic to horses. My Dad was afraid that I might be.”“Do you like horses, Tad?” asked Dr. Magill.“He loves to ride them,” his mother answered. “We have seven horses at our ranch.”“Do you ride ponies, too, Tad?”“Nah, that’s sissy stuff,” declared Tad. “I only ride horses.”“Two of my husband’s clients gave him horses after he won their cases,” said Mrs. Hornet. “My husband is a criminal lawyer. I’d like for you to meet Hal. He should be back any minute. He went down to the car to got Tad’s sweater.”“It’s time for Hal to be back, isn’t it, Miriam?” asked Tad’s aunt.“And here he is,” boomed a voice from the doorway.Dr. Magill was startled by the loud voice and, turning around, was even more startled to discover that Tad’s father was the aggressive owner of the car in which Don had turned off the lights. Mr. Hornet and Dr. Magill stared at each other. There was a moment of awkward silence.“Hal,” Mrs. Hornet said graciously, “I want you to meet Dr. Magill.”Mr. Hornet stared coldly at Don Magill and nodded his head slightly. Then he turned to little Tad with a big smile. “How you doin' Pardner? Ready to go home to the A-0-K Corral?” He pointed his index finger like a gun and made a mock shooting motion toward Tad.Tad imitated his father’s mock shooting gesture. “I’m ready, Pardner,” he declared.Dr. Magill was glad that Mr. Hornet had a pleasant side to his nature, which he showed toward his son. “We’re glad Tad isn’t allergic to horses,” Don commented.“We know that,” said Mr. Hornet coldly. “He’s allergic to my sister’s damn cat, chalk dust, and several other things.”“Dr. Gray, the allergist, told us there’s an allergy-proof chalk, Hal. I’ll have to buy some and take it to Tad’s teacher.”Little Tad spoke up. “Just write the name of the chalk on a piece of paper. I’ll take it to my teacher, and the school will buy it.”Mr. Hornet roared with laughter. “That kid is something else, isn’t he, Doc?” For the first time Mr. Hornet spoke cordially to Dr. Magill.“Did you pay the bill, Hal?” asked Mrs. Hornet. “If you did, we can leave now. Don’t forget your gloves, Marie.”“Don’t forget anything.” Mr. Hornet commanded. “This hospital and Dr. Alan Morrow are trying to take my last cent. I paid the hospital bill, but Dr. Morrow will find out that I’m no easy mark.”Mrs. Hornet, who was looking very embarrassed, said graciously, “Goodbye, Doctor, and thanks for being so kind to Tad.”“Many children outgrow these allergies. I hope Tad does,” said Dr. Magill. “In the meantime, take care.”Mr. Hornet stared at him. “I guess you run into all kinds of allergy cases, don’t you, Doc?”Doctor Magill nodded affirmatively and smiled. And all kinds of people, he thought.Chapter 4
It was a cold moonlit evening in late March. Dr. Don Magill and Dr. Morrow had driven to Lambert Airport to make their flight to Boston for a meeting of a medical association. Dr. Morrow was to be given an award for outstanding work in the field of cardiology, Dr. Magill was scheduled to appear on a panel discussing the advanced techniques used by hospitals in allowing patients to control their own pain medication.At the airport they received the disappointing news that all flights to Boston had been canceled. Much of the northeast coast was blanketed in fog, and there were no flights in or out of Boston.Alan Morrow complained bitterly at the airline desk. “We called ahead. Why were we told that our flight would be leaving at 7:20?”“We’re very sorry about this,” said the airport attendant. “We just received word about ten minutes ago that Boston is shut down. Perhaps the fog will lift overnight, and you can take an early flight out tomorrow morning.”Alan Morrow ranted and raved all the way home. Don tried to divert the conversation to other topics, but it was to no avail.“The same thing happened to me three years ago,” Don said.“You mean you were to receive an award for outstanding work in the field of cardiology?” asked Alan, his voice heavy with sarcasm.“No,” laughed Don. “I mean I was supposed to give the introductory remarks at arthritis symposium. My flight to Boston was canceled because of heavy fog.”The moon was full, and the highway was a “ribbon of moonlight”. Sometimes Alan Morrow, would lapse into silence, and Don would steal a sideward glance at his companion. A sullen expression was engraved on Alan Morrow’s handsome features.When they arrived at the Marrow mansion, Don was amazed to see a light shining in the dining room. He remembered there had been no illumination in the house when they left for the airport.“Did you forget to turn off the light, Alan?”Startled by the question, Alan stared in dismay at his house. “All lights were off,” declared Alan. “There must be an intruder in there.”“Does anyone have a key to your place?”“Certainly not.”Don experienced a feeling of apprehension. “Why don’t you ask one of your neighbors to call the police?”Alan gave Don a look of disgust. “What, and look like a perfect fool if I did forget to turn off the lights! Do you have a flashlight?”Don took a flashlight out of the glove compartment and handed it to Alan Morrow.The Morrow mansion had never looked more beautiful. The snow-covered evergreens stood like silver sentinels before the pillared porch. Alan turned the key in the lock, and as they entered the reception hall, Don was startled to see the lights in the dining room disappear. The house was in almost complete darkness.As they entered the living room, Alan directed the flashlight’s narrow beam into each section of the room. The light traveled from the white moire sofa to the white chaise lounge, to the French Provincial desk.There, by the desk, standing motionless in almost frozen terror, was Carlos, a cafeteria worker at the hospital.“Carlos!” Don exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”“Uh, well, uh, Dr. Magill,” stammered Carlos. “The hospital sent me over with a message for Dr. Morrow. There’s uh, uh, been a big explosion. The hospital needs doctors ………..”Inadvertently Carlos glanced down at the French Provincial desk where the top drawer had been pulled out, and papers strewn about. Some papers had fallen on the floor. At about the same moment, Dr. Morrow noted the ransacked desk drawer.To Don’s utter amazement, Alan Morrow walked over to the desk, pulled open a side drawer, and removed a gun.“I’m going to kill you, you lying little rat!” screamed Dr. Morrow. He pointed the gun directly at Carlos. Alan’s face was twisted with rage. His scream was so ear-splitting that Don could feel his own heart begin to pound.“Alan, wait, take it easy!” Don cried. “I’ll call the police.” He picked up the telephone and started to dial 911.Dr. Morrow pointed the gun in Don’s direction. “Get away from that phone. I’ll take care of this thief in my own way.”Carlos, who had sunk to his knees, began to plead. “Please don’t shoot me, Dr. Morrow! Call the police. I didn’t mean any harm. I just needed a little cash. I heard you say you were going to be out of town.”Alan grabbed the front of Carlos’ shirt and jerked Carlos to a standing position. Pulling Carlos toward him, Alan placed the gun on the temple of the whimpering Carlos. Don’s blood froze in horror as he observed the wild glitter of uncontrollable rage in Alan Morrow’s eyes.Don hesitated a moment, and then he reached over and pulled the chain on the swag lamp, throwing the room into almost complete darkness. Sensing this opportunity to escape, Carlos broke away and dashed toward the open dining room window by which he had made his entry into the Morrow home.Cursing Don and Carlos, Alan Morrow began to pursue Carlos, firing shots wildly in the direction of the fleeing Carlos.As Carlos was climbing out the window, Don Magill, realizing that Alan Morrow was completely out of control, dashed out the front door and jumped into his car.Several neighbors, who had heard the gunfire, were looking out the window. Two of them had come out on their porches. The neighbors will call the police, thought Don.As Don stopped his car for a red light at Lindell and Kingshighway, he saw a figure which resembled that of Carlos running with great speed into Forest Park.Don wanted to get some advice about what he should do, so he drove to his parents' home. He recounted the strange story of the bizarre evening to his wide-eyed parents. “It’s going to be rather awkward seeing Alan at the hospital tomorrow,” concluded Don.“Just act as if nothing happened tonight,” his father advised. “By then. Alan will have come to his senses, and he’ll be eternally grateful to you, Don.”The next morning Don called the airport, and he was told that there were still no flights going into Boston. Later that day at the hospital, Don learned that Alan Morrow had called Jack Kent, and the two of them had driven to Boston so that Alan could receive his award.Chapter 5
It was late spring, 1982. Carol Desmond and Don Magill stood admiring the canvas, Cafe Lafayette, at the St. Louis Art Museum. The exhibition of works by American artists was called Impressionism Reflected: American Art, 1890-1920.“I can see why they call this artist, William Glackens, the American Renoir,” Don commented as he gazed admiringly at the canvas.“You can see Renoir’s influence in all that soft, delicate brushwork,” Carol agreed.“Look at this painting, Carol.” Don indicated the New England Landscape 1903 canvas by F. C. Hassam.“I read in the Post-Dispatch,” said Carol, “that Hassam is one of the most popular of the American Impressionists.”At that moment Carol and Don heard someone exclaim, “Well, it’s certainly a small world!”Carol and Don turned around to be greeted by Dr. Alan Morrow and a smiling Victoria Kingston. Victoria was waving a small catalogue. “Isn’t this a wonderful guidebook, Don?” She held it out to him.As Don glanced through the pages, Carol nodded toward a painting across the room. “That’s our favorite, Two Ladies in a Boat. It reminds us of Monet with its softly contoured scenery and the reflection of the two ladies in the water.”Dr. Morrow was staring at Carol’s blue-and-green chiffon dress with water lilies rather vaguely sketched on it. His glance was admiring. “I think Monet would have really liked your dress. I know I certainly do.”Don glanced away from the catalogue. He had rarely heard Dr. Morrow pay anyone a compliment.“The whole thing is a treat for the eye,” continued Alan Morrow.“Like this one,” said Carol, taking a few steps to view The Quatre Arts Ball by Fred Green Carpenter.“No,” laughed Dr. Morrow. “I meant your dress.”Carol felt rather self-conscious, especially when she noted that Victoria’s expression had shifted from being friendly to cold and distant.After snatching the art guidebook from Don, Victoria grabbed Dr. Morrow’s arm to move him away from Carol and Don. “Come on, Alan. We’ll have to hurry through the rest of the exhibit if we’re going to meet Jack on time. You know what a stickler Jack is for our being punctual.”Don grinned. He knew Dr. Jack Kent’s well-established reputation for always being on time.Chapter 6
Joy is Back in Budville headlined Time Magazine in reporting that the St. Louis Cardinals had defeated the Milwaukee Brewers to win the 1982 World Series.Carol and Don were there for the final game. The fans were delirious with joy. The crowd sang, “Hello, Redbirds, Well, Hello, Redbirds” along with Carol Channing.August A. Busch, Jr., owner of the Cardinals had arrived at his box seat in a beer wagon pulled by eight magnificent Clydesdales. Carol and Don sang and clapped joyously as the Cardinals’ speed outmatched the power of the Milwaukee Brewers.
“It still seems strange to see Ted Simmons playing for Milwaukee instead of the Cardinals,” said Carol.“It also seems strange to see Victoria sitting down there with Alan,” said Don, as he pointed to the pair in seats six rows down. “Jack Kent was talking about bringing her to the game.”After the game Carol and Don mingled with the throng of revelers, who were singing the praises of Bob Forsch and a great relief pitcher, Bruce Sutter. Most were hurrying to restaurants and parties to celebrate and to reminisce about the great playing not only of Forsch and Sutter, but also Porter, McGee, Hernandez, Herr, Hendrick, Andujar, Oberkfell, Lonnie Smith, and one of the crowd’s favorites, Ozzie Smith.“Here’s my favorite player of all time,” said Carol as they paused by the statue of Stan Musial at the entrance to the stadium.“I especially like this,” said Don, pointing to the inscription chiseled into the sculpture. Don read it aloud:“Here stands baseball’s perfect warrior....Here stands baseball’s perfect knight.”“Those two lines certainly describe Stan the Man," said Carol.Chapter 7
It was December 25th, 1983, and St. Louis was enjoying a white Christmas. At 5:20 a.m. the temperature dropped to twenty degrees below zero.The night before Don and Carol had attended a Christmas Eve party at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Emerson. The decorations made the Emersons’ opulent home resemble an ice palace. An enormous tree in one corner of the spacious living room was decorated with myriads of tiny white lights which were reflected in the hundreds of crystal icicles suspended from the branches. Silver-sprayed branches adorned the mantel of the huge fireplace. A crackling fire blazed in the fireplace.It was a rather small party, and most of the guests were from Mercy Hospital. Don’s glance traveled over the relaxed faces of the physicians, all of them enjoying a convivial time. It was heartwarming to Don, since at the hospital most of these doctors experienced tense and harrowing times.Mary Emerson announced, “As soon as Dr. Kent and his date arrive, we’ll adjourn to the dining-room.”“Jack probably won’t show up,” Alan Morrow commented. “He hates to drive in the snow. I think Gloria is from Minnesota, so she probably enjoys a white Christmas.”Five minutes later Jack arrived with Gloria. Standing in the arched entrance to the living room, the nurse from Minnesota looked like the Ice Princess in a crystal palace. Her blonde hair was flecked with snowflakes, and her light blue gown glittered with the flash of hundreds of silver sequins. Her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled, and her dazzling smile encompassed the room.“I’m amazed to see you, Jack,” called out Alan Morrow. “You drive so poorly in the snow.”Jack Kent roared with laughter. “You won’t believe this, but I conned Gloria into taking the wheel.”After dinner, Mary Emerson took the ladies upstairs to view the prizes she had acquired for the Auxiliary’s card party. She asked Don to join them since he was a co-chairman of the event.The doctors’ conversation drifted back to medical topics. “We are so fortunate to have that new scanner donated by Don’s father,” said Dr. Emerson.Jack Kent started to speak, but he was interrupted by Alan Morrow. “You do know, don’t you, that Dr. Magill isn’t Don’s real father. Don was adopted by the Magills when he was an infant.”There was a moment of stunned silence. The remark was so gauche, so irrelevant, that no one could think of a follow-up remark.Jack Kent broke the awkward moment. “That machine has done wonders for dozens of my patients. It’s saved them the time and expense of taking countless medical tests.”After Don and the ladies came downstairs, the evening became a merry Christmas Eve. It was a delightful party, and the fun lasted until after midnight. As the guests were departing, Don heard Alan Morrow remark. “Since you’re such a coward, Jack, why don’t I drive Gloria home. Vicki lives close to you, so you can drop Vicki off on your way home.”“I came with you, Alan, and I’m going home with you,” declared Victoria, her green eyes blazing.“Fine,” said Alan. “I’ll drop you off first, Vicki. Then I’ll drive Gloria home. Is that okay with you, Jack?”Jack shrugged his shoulders. “I guess so, provided it’s all right with Gloria.”“If Alan wants to drive me home, that will be fine. Or I could just spend the night at your house, Victoria.”At this bold suggestion, Victoria appeared startled. However, when she saw the disappointed expression on Alan’s face, her green eyes glittered with amusement. “That’s a perfect solution, Gloria. Then I’ll drive you to the hospital in the morning.”Chapter 8
On Carol’s off-duty day she often spent some time at the hospital reading stories to the children patients. One Wednesday Don received a telephone call from Carol.“Don, it’s Carol. I’ll be rather late today. Miss Blake has been bitten by a snake.”“Come in whenever you like, Carol. Just be sure that you’ve sobered up by the time you get in here.”Carol’s hearty laugh made Don smile.
“I'm serious, Don. Yesterday Miss Blake was at the lake. While at the lake, she was bitten by a snake.”“Carol, has anyone ever called you a maniacal blonde?”“Yes, you have ---- many times. I have to leave now. “I’m driving Susan Blake to her internist’s office. Yesterday she had emergency treatment at the hospital.”“Here at Mercy?”“Oh, no. At a hospital not far from the lake. I’ll fill you in later, Don.”At 2:00 that afternoon Carol made a return call. She sounded happy and excited. “Don, I took Miss Blake to the doctor. For being a good Samaritan, I had the most rewarding experience.”“Did Miss Blake give you a piece of cake?”Carol gave a throaty chuckle. “Actually she did, but don’t even think about it, Don. It might unhinge you. I have something exciting to tell you. While I was waiting in the doctor’s office, a very distinguished-looking man spoke to me. He produces a show on television called Heroes of Modern Medicine. When I told him about Dr. Morrow’s outstanding work in the cardiovascular field, he said he would invite Dr. Morrow to be on one of his programs. Don, I’m absolutely ecstatic.”“Carol, the man was probably a penicillin salesman. He saw a pretty face, and he just wanted an excuse to break the ice.”“No. I’m sure he is a producer. Do you think I should tell Dr. Morrow?"“It would make his day,” Don said dryly, “but then you had better pray that the producer does ask Alan to be on his show.”“Why do you say that?”“Alan Morrow does not take disappointment lightly.”“I’ll just mention it to him casually ---- as if it’s a remote possibility.”“Tell Alan he’s slated to appear on the first program of the next decade. Then you won’t have to start worrying until around November, 1989.”“You’re impossible! What time are you calling for me this evening?”“At eight. Don’t be late for our date.”Don laughed aloud as he heard the receiver bang.
