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as much as I can.”
    â€œThe two of you have so much in common, Heather. Why don’t you give it a chance? You owe it to yourself.”
    â€œI’m sorry. It’s the wrong time, Scott. He’s…well, he’s nice. I’ll let it go at that. How can I get in touch with him? I want to thank him for those flowers.”
    He wrote a number on a notepad and handed it to her. “You can phone him.”
    â€œThanks, but I want to write him a note.”
    â€œYeah. You want to be formal. After the trouble he went to, he deserves better.” Scott wrote the address of Judson’s law firm and handed it to Heather. “Too bad. He liked you a lot.”
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    Judson looked at the letter and wondered at the precise, forward-slanting handwriting. It had no return address. The sender had marked it personal, and he expected it was probably one more invitation to anotherstuffy affair. He opened it and sat up when he saw the handwritten note.
    Dear Judson,
    Thank you for the most beautiful calla lilies I ever saw. Two dozen in about five different colors. Calla lilies are my favorite flower, and you couldn’t have known that. They were still in bloom when I left, and I hated that. But as you know, I wouldn’t have been allowed to bring them into the country. Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness.
    Yours truly,
Heather
    â€œThat’s something,” he said. He folded the note and put it in his pocket. She was an intriguing woman. Several different scenarios flitted through his mind. Did he really want a serious involvement with a roving ambassador? Maybe something casual was what he needed. He leaned back in the chair and made a pyramid of his fingers.
    He phoned Scott. “Want to meet for lunch? I have to check on a few things not far from your office.”
    â€œSure you wouldn’t rather be lunching with Heather?”
    â€œIf that were the case, friend, I would have called her.”
    â€œMeet you at The Crab Shack.”
    They reached The Crab Shack at almost the sametime, and sat at their favorite table. “Your usual, gentlemen?” the waiter asked.
    â€œRight,” they said in unison.
    â€œWe have a president who’s pushing education,” Judson said to Scott. “I’m planning to start a boys’ study group. And instead of sports, the focus will be academics. Why don’t you start a girls’ group, and we can have competitions that will keep them focused and interested?”
    â€œMe start a girls’ group? Why don’t you rope Heather into it?”
    â€œI don’t want to involve her in this. You get a boys’ group, then. It won’t work unless they have competition.”
    â€œOkay. You do South Baltimore, and I’ll form one in the Reisterstown area,” Scott decided. “Have you made any further progress on your mother’s estate?”
    Judson shook his head. “I’ve had too many distractions. I’m going to look into it again tonight, see what I can find. You’d think my parents would have told me or at least left me some explanation. Suppose I need a bone-marrow transplant. Where would I turn?”
    â€œYou won’t, and don’t worry. You’ll find what you’re looking for. They didn’t destroy papers that they could some day need.”
    â€œI sure hope you’re right.”
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    â€œThis isn’t good,” Heather said to herself when she awakened that morning. It isn’t cold, so why do I feel chilly? She got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Maybe if she drank some coffee, she could pull herselftogether. She managed to make the coffee, but took a cupful back to her bedroom, put the cup on her nightstand and crawled back into bed. She didn’t get sick. Never. So what was wrong with her?
    She couldn’t afford to get sick. She had to take care of her father and be ready for a permanent diplomatic post. If she wasn’t up to