“Shaw’s damp and sympathetic gaze following her every move. She didn’t need sympathy, she needed information.
All right, so she hadn’t reacted particularly well to being presented with a box of her mother’s personal effects, but that was no reason for Mrs. Shaw to assume anything. If the last notation in the date book hadn’t been, Call Vicki, she would’ve been fine.
“Would you like a cup of coffee, dear?”
“No. Thank you.” Actually, she’d love a cup of coffee, but she couldn’t face using her m...other’s mug. “Will Dr. Burke be long?”
“I don’t think so. She just had to check on one of her grad students.”
“Students? What does she teach?”
“Oh, she doesn’t actually teach, she just takes a few of the grad students under her wing and helps them along.”
“Medical students?”
“I’m not sure.” Mrs. Shaw reached for a fresh tissue and dabbed at her eyes. “Your mother would know. She was Dr. Burke’s personal secretary.”
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