need to be a big pharmaceutical mogul. That’s who sits on the FDA
for the most part, and they tend to take care of their own.”
“You mean to tell me if we find a vaccine that stops cancer dead in its tracks, it’s going to take five years to test it on humans?”
“Could be. They have to be sure the treatment works and doesn’t
harm patients. I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that.” “I don’t know everything, Shel, just almost everything.”
She chuckled. “Let’s not worry about that right now.” Shelly patted Nick’s arm. She didn’t want her main cheerleader to get disenchanted.
“If I could mention something,” said Barry, who had been
quietly listening and sipping on his glass of Chardonnay.
“By all means,” Shelly said.
“I got a unique email the other day that asked some strange
questions about you, Dr. White.” “Oh?”
“It was from a public library in Baltimore,” Barry continued. “This person wanted to know how you were doing and acted like they knew you when you were a patient at St. Theresa’s. Or just knew you. It was simply signed S.S.”
“Huh?” said Shelly.
“And they seemed to know Dr. Wall. Called him Dr. G.” “Dr. G.?” asked Shelly. “As in Gregory? Gregory Wall?”
“That’s my assumption. I’m assuming he saw your press conference and saw Dr. Wall. That’s just an assumption. Anyway, I thought about sending a response asking who the sender was, but the email had a tag saying that email could not be sent to that address. Really weird, even a little spooky.”
“Maybe he’s just a fan,” said Nick. “Or a stalker!” said Ann.
“I think I’ll go with Annie here,” Shelly said.
“S.S.,” repeated Nick. “Sounds like a Nazi.”
“Very funny,” Shelly said as the waitress placed plates of hot food on the table.
“Here, try this,” said Barry. “What is it?” Nick asked.
“Gator tail,” he responded. “Tastes like chicken.”
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