ransvestia

Cathy Lord's story for what it was—a pack of lies brought about by jealousy.

Meanwhile, the object of Lincoln's attention was nearly half a continent away, trying to make the nurse-receptionist clear about the the request. "I'm sorry, Miss," the receptionist said at last. "Dr. Aaronson no longer practices at this clinic." She looked at the woman opposite her, trying to work out what was familiar about her. She had dark hair, thick and carefully arranged. She didn't wear very much make-up, seeming quite young. She was very pretty and her dark pantsuit didn't disguise her attractive, feminine figure.

"Oh, dear," she said softly, biting her soft lower lip. She was wearing a wedding ring as well as an enormous diamond as an engagement ring. "I particularly wanted to see him. He operated on me some years ago."

The receptionist was very polite. She knew Aaronson's reputation as a plastic surgeon but this woman didn't look like she'd ever had her face done. "Dr. Aaronson has retired now," said the nurse. "But we do have several fine surgeons here at the clinic. If you could tell me the surgery you had in mind..." The voice trailed away. The woman was shaking her head vigorously.

"No," she said. She stood and was about to leave the office when she stopped suddenly. "Excuse me," she said to the receptionist, who had just turned back to her typing. "Does Dr. Aaronson still live in Mallory Park?"

"He does," the receptionist was doubtful. "I could contact him for you if you like. His number is unlisted."

The girl hesitated, then considered. "Yes," she said softly.

"And who shall I say wants to see him?" asked the girl at the desk.

Again the girl hesitated. "Angie Rodriguez," she said at last. In saying the name, the nurse at last saw the resemblance she had been looking for. The girl resembled Angie Saunders, the movie star. And she even had the same name.

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