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“What’s the lab’s false positive rate? What’s the name of the lab?” asked John.
Athena Diagnostics,
ninety-nine-percent...
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Each of your children has a fifty percent chance of inheriting this mutation, which has a one hundred percent chance of causing the disease.
“Do any of your children have children?”
“Not yet,” said Alice.
“If they’re planning to, this might be really important informati...
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genetic screening
For the second week in a row, temperatures were well below zero with the windchill.
Alice
sat in the passenger seat and waited for John to say something. But he didn’t. He cried the whole way home.
John
seeing what she held,
spun on his heels and lef...
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He refused to watch her take her ...
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“What are you looking for?” she yelled. “Nothing,” he hollered.
he’d stopped asking her for help finding his glasses and keys, even though she knew he still struggled to keep track of them.
Was he trying to spare her the mental burden of tracking his own misplaced things? Was he practicing for his future without her?
The beginning of spring in Cambridge was an untrustworthy and ugly liar.
The date on the calendar only made everyone feel offended or cheated, aware that it was already spring elsewhere,
John had agreed to walk with her to Harvard every morning.
she simply wanted that time back with him, to rekindle their former morning tradition.
they walked single file in the street, and they didn’t talk.
a coffee and a cinnamon scone, please,” said John. “I’ll have the same,” said Alice. “You don’t like coffee,” said John.
“So how’s your coffee?” asked John. “Wonderful.” As they walked to campus, Alice drank the coffee she hated to spite him.
“Mom, this is Lydia.”
I just got an incredible part in a play called The Memory of Water.
Without the aid of the visual cues of the person she talked to, conversations on the phone often baffled her.
The battery in her brain was running low today.
“Come on,” she urged, wishing she could attach a couple of jumper cables to her head and give herself a good, strong zap. She didn’t have time for Alzheimer’s today.
Running was becoming less and less effective at clearing her thoughts.
She felt like a fraud, posing as a Harvard professor
as if everything were just fine and would continue that way.
She wanted to leave Harvard before
the gossip and pity, but had no way of even guessing when that would be.
the thought of leaving Harvard t...
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Who was she if she wasn’t a Harvard psycho...
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How was she supposed to tell them that they each had a 50 percent chance of going through this? What if they blamed and hated her like she blamed and hated her father?
SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE SHE was.
in front of the All Saints’ Episcopal Church,
but had never felt more lost ...
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She
followed her impulse inside.
without a satisfying answer from either her father or
the Catholic Church, she never developed a true faith.
A banner to the right of the altar read GOD IS OUR REFUGE AND STRENGTH, A VERY PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.
She
wanted so much to ask for help. ...
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undese...
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Who was she to ask for help from a God she wasn’t sure she believed in, in a churc...
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