Dr. Death

CHAPTER 39

A WEEK BEFORE Christmas, Stacy called.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "It was rude not answering, but things got really busy and…"

"Don't worry about it. How's everything going?"

"Actually, much better. Did pretty well on a bunch of A.P. exams, and I just found out I got in early to Cornell. I know it's far away and it gets cold, but they've got a veterinary school and I think I might want to do that."

"Congratulations, Stacy."

"Architecture seemed too… impersonal. Anyway, thanks for all your help. That's it."

"How's Eric?"

"He's okay. Dad's fine, too, busy all the time. He doesn't like visiting that probation officer, complains about it constantly, but he's lucky that's all he got, right? Eric changed his major. Psychology. So maybe you had an influence on him-I'm sorry about the way he treated you."

"That's okay."

She laughed. "That's what he says. Taking abuse is part of your job. Guilt's not a big part of Eric's life."

"Ah," I said, knowing how wrong she was.

"Did you hear about the Manitows?" she said.

"What about them?"

"They put their house up for sale and moved out of the Palisades. They're renting a place down in La Jolla. Judge Manitow's quitting and Dr. Manitow's trying to see if he can find work down there."

"No, I hadn't heard."

"They didn't exactly advertise it," she said. "One day I was seeing Dr. Manitow drive off to work, the next day the sign was up and the moving vans were there. Becky's moving with them. Going to some junior college in San Diego. Everyone else can't wait to get out of the house, but she's staying with her parents. Someone told me Becky said that she needs to stay close to home."

"Some people do need that," I said.

"Guess so. Anyway, thanks for all your help. Maybe one day I'll get my DVM and I'll get a chance to work with that cute little bulldog of yours. Pay you back."

"Maybe," I said.

She laughed. "That would be cool."