"Look, Dr. Goddard, let me get my things, and then I've got to be
going. I can't start on anything right now. Not the way I'm feeling.
And visiting your other clinic is completely out of the question, at
least for the moment."
"I have great hopes for you," he said again, placing a gentle hand on
my shoulder. "I'm sorry we can't begin to work together immediately.
But do promise me you'll reconsider and come back soon."
"Maybe when I'm feeling better." Keep the option open, I told myself.
For a lot of reasons.
"In that case, Ramala can show you out. I've arranged for her to give
you some herbal extracts from the rain forest that could well start you
on the road to motherhood. Whether you decide to come back or not, I
know they'll help you."
And he was gone, a wisp of white moving out the doorway. It was only
then that I realized I'd again been too preoccupied to ask him about
Kevin and Rachel, the beautiful siblings born six months apart. Instead
all I had left was a memory of those penetrating eyes. And the power,
the absolute power.