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where home is."
"I'm sorry about what I said." She folded her arms tight across her chest. "It's your body. Your life."
I loved her. I was sick about being seeded, the abortion, everything that had happened between us in the last week. I said nothing.
Her voice was sandpaper on glass. "Have you had it done yet?" That made me angry all over again. She was wound so tight she couldn't even say the word.
"Let me guess, Doctor," I said, '"Are we talking about me getting scrubbed?"
Her face twisted. "Don't."
"If you want the dirt," I said, "you could always hire me to shadow myself. I need the work."
"Make it a joke, why don't you?"
"Okey-doke, Doc," I said and clicked off.
So my life was cocked -- not exactly main menu news. Still, even with the window open, Sharifa's call had sucked all the air out of my office. I told myself that all I needed was coffee, although what I really wanted was a rich aunt, a vacation in Fiji and a new girlfriend. I locked the door behind me, slogged down the hall and was about to press the down button when the elevator chimed. The doors slid open to reveal George, the bot in charge of our building, and a devil -- no doubt the same one that had just flown by. I told myself this had nothing to do with me. The devil was probably seeing crazy Martha down the hall about a tax rebate or taking piano lessons from Abby upstairs. Sure, and drunks go to bars for the peanuts.
"Hello, Fay," said George. "This one had true hopes of finding you in your office."
I goggled, slack-jawed and stupefied, at the devil. Of course, I'd seen them on vids and in the sky and once I watched one waddle into City Hall but I'd never been close enough to slap one before. I hated the devils. The elevator doors shivered and began to close. George stuck an arm out to stop them.
"May this one borrow some of your time?" George said.
The devil was just over a meter tall. Its face was the color of an old bloodstain and its maw seemed to