“Madam Lukeson,” Rommy said sharply, flinching as her patient got ahold of her wrist now, and none too lightly. She had faced... disconcerted patients before, whose panic or affliction might cause some amount of lashing out, but she had not expected it of a society woman who had come in faint, necklace or not! And the necklace wasn’t even on her anymore!

“It’s in safe keeping, I promise,” she lied hastily, trying not to get worked up and make things worse, but glancing sidelong in spite of herself to see whether someone else might be near, a little wary of the woman’s unnatural reaction.

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