End Game
“Are you expecting?”
Mrs. Crawford elbows him sharply in the ribs. “You can’t ask people that!”
Archer and I laugh. “I am,” I tell him, and Dr. Crawford looks at Archer, and a spark of recognition crosses his face.
“I know you,” he starts, still staring at Archer.
“We’ve met before,” Archer starts, “at a conference in June.”
“Dr. Jones from Indianapolis,” Dr. Crawford recalls. “Yes. I do remember you. You made quite an impression on Dr. Miller.”