“It seems I missed most of the excitement while I was camping at death’s door,” said Elizabeth dryly.
“You provided a lot of it, too,” Milo told her. “We were pretty worried about you.”
“Good.”
“How did you like the dig?” asked Milo hesitantly. “I mean, aside from the… ah… unusual circumstances?”
“I think I’d like to try again,” said Elizabeth softly.
Milo understood her to mean more than her choice of careers, but he decided not to press his luck just then. Before he could phrase another question on the subject, the nurse appeared in the doorway carrying an arrangement of flowers.
Elizabeth looked questioningly at Milo, who coughed and said: “Jake is bringing one from me.”
“It isn’t from Bill,” she said thoughtfully, taking the envelope out. “I know him better than that.”
Elizabeth took out the card, read it, and looked up at Milo with a puzzled frown. “Milo, who is Duncan Johnson?”
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