pe. The divorce agreement. Colette signed her copies and pu

etary, Pat Jennings, a woman who had a

ter-in-law." Pat lowered her voice. "He's been so devoted. Since she

s," Colette said

tepped into the corridor, she saw her mother, M

nd grabbing her arm. "Thank God you're here!

ther's overwrought perfo

with manufactured panic. "Her platelet count is dropping fast. They need a directed transfusion from a re

when she saw Colette, a flicker of triumphant malice lit her eyes. E

grip on Colette's arm tightening. "You're a perfect match. You have

? At New York-Presbyterian? One of the best-supplie

don't care! She is your

ted away for a second. He knew her health wasn't

oft, pathetic moan, and E

ne. "Colette, a directed donation is the fastest and safest o

pulative caress. "I know you've been under stress lately,

hree people who were supposed to love her most. All of them, demanding a pi

r lips. It was a r

d was quiet, but it ech

so heartless?"

ger. "Colette, stop this nonsen

ice. "I would think that as my husband,

. "I didn't come here to play n

one. "Cleo is what's important right now." He turned to a

firmation. In his world, s

nd walked ou

l and grabbing her arm to stop her. His face was contort