“It’s no matter. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Miss Sinnett.” “So, hold on a second. You—?” Hazel began, but then thought better of it. She blinked a few times. “So you’re not upset with me?” Dr. Beecham smiled sympathetically. “No, I confess I am not upset with you. A little, well, disappointed in my own skills of observation, but … no, no. Not upset. Interested, really.”
