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Prologue Dear Catherine, I can picture your utter disbelief at receiving this email. You didn’t think you’d hear from me, did you? It’s that ‘uh-huh’ you mumbled when I said I’d be in touch that clued me in to your skepticism. But your first clue that I intended to keep my promise should have been that I hung around for cake. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, ask Warrick. He’ll explain it to you.) I met with the Dean this morning, finalized the terms of my employment, and then found a nice hermetically sealed condo near campus. No snickering! I’ve turned enough new leaves this year. Unfortunately, it’s not available until the end of August so I’ll need to make other arrangements for the summer…preferably some quiet place where I can finally tackle my little project. And no, I still won’t tell you what it is. Deal with it. If it’s successful, I promise you’ll be the first to know. I’ll be in touch again once I’m settled somewhere, but for now, I have to go. I’m meeting an old friend for drinks in the lounge downstairs in a few minutes. He’s a heart surgeon and a professor of cardiovascular surgery at Harvard Medical School. And before you complete that disparaging thought, he’s in pediatrics! Give my regards to everyone. And keep an eye on Greg for me, will you? Gil p.s.: When all is said and done, it’s not the lab I miss so much as the people. (See, I do have a heart.) Take care of each other.
Satisfied with his missive, Gil hit ‘send’ and powered down his laptop. A quick glance at his watch told him he had just enough time for a quick shower before meeting Dan.
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