Nov 14, 2014
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It had been a long and tiring day. Dr. Steinman had only just settled down to bed, only to spend the next few hours tossing and turning. He was beginning to feel the sweet embrace of hypnagoga…when the phone rang. Groaning miserably, he threw the covers off and lumbered into the den, more than frustrated.
"…Hello, Dr. J.S. Steinman speaking. …Ms. Comstock? What could you possibly want at this hour? Are you making this call for Cohen, perhaps? Or…is it about the er…”