Every Day Quotes: August
No one is ready for a thing until he believes he can acquire it.
Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich
Ducky sat in Autopsy, not hearing the persistent hum of the freezers at the back any more. He had worked for far too long in far too many autopsy suites to notice it. He suspected young Timothy no longer consciously heard the hum of his computer for exactly the same reason.
He had no guests today. Except Admiral Cook, who had dropped dead of an apparent heart attack at a state function, and thus had required an autopsy in case any of the other guests were at risk. Abigail's toxicological report would calm many nerves he suspected. There was no hint of any poison.
And so he sat and waited on his own, with no guests to regale with tales of his youth or his adventures overseas. There was no point in visiting Abigail; while she would welcome his visit with open arms and spoil him rotten, she needed to focus on her work for the moment, and he was expected down here anyway. Disappearing would only throw a spanner into the works.
Finally, the automatic doors swished open and Mr. Palmer came rushing in.
"Ninety seven percent, doctor!" he beamed.
"Excellent." Ducky patted his back in delight. "I think this calls for a celebration. How about I take you out to dinner tonight for such a fantastic result in your exams?"