GENIE IN A BOTTLE
he said, peeling off the cellophane and popping the sweet into Susie's waiting mouth.
The child snuggled up to him, contentedly sucking, one arm tight around her doctor's neck. The whole scene astounded Genie. Was this the same doctor she'd seen at work every Friday afternoon? This kind, gentle, compassionate person? Where was the brusque, autocratic manner, the coldly remote eyes? Was she a part of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde's universe?
“Mrs. Smith, don’t be upset,” he said. “The situation is far from serious at this early stage.”
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