Around the same age, the two women were absolutely lethal together. Beatrice was the second-biggest gossip in Amesport and considered herself the town matchmaker. Just the thought of Elsie talking to Beatrice Gardener about her destiny was a terrifying thought for Sarah. “Beatrice and I were just talking about you two this morning.” He’d be a good one for you, honey,” Elsie told her thoughtfully. He threw himself in front of his partner to try to save his life, and killed the shooter so no one else got hurt. The determined elderly woman would drag her across the whole country to get an answer. “I was just reminding you that no physician can gossip about any of their patients,” Sarah said firmly, knowing if she gave Elsie an inch, she was likely to take way more than a mile. I didn’t say that at all.” Elsie wasn’t trapping her into admitting anything. “But you can’t tell me because of medical ethics?” “So are you saying you are going to be this Dante Sinclair’s doctor?” Elsie said shrewdly, shooting Sarah a calculating stare. Being a doctor gave Sarah a good excuse to clam up when Elsie asked any questions about other residents. Patient confidentiality.” And thank God for that. “Even if I was his doctor, Elsie, I couldn’t tell you. Sarah shook her head, focusing her attention on her patient. “It’s not like we have very many doctors here.” “I kind of thought you might end up being the doctor who is seeing to Dante Sinclair’s injuries when he gets here.” Elsie raised an eyebrow with a sly look on her face.
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