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“Nope. Not a fucking clue.”
“Pinky … will you give us a minute?” Claire blushed with apology. “It’s not that … it’s just that—”
“No need for explanation.” Pinky stood up to leave.
“She stays.” Prosper ground out. “Anything you’ve got to say, Pinky has more than earned the right to hear.”
“Pinky, I meant no offense …”
“Hush, honey. None was taken. Now tell us what is troubling you so we can help.”
After a slight hesitation, Claire reached into her purse and pulled out a document folder.
“These are some of my medical records,” Claire explained as she handed them to Prosper.
Prosper took a pair of glasses out of his pocket and scanned the pages quickly. They contained some sort of test results … negative for this, positive for that …
“I don’t know how to read these fucking things, Claire.”
“Look at the top of page three where I have it highlighted.”
Prosper took a minute, then shrugged. “Still don’t see what you’re getting at.”
“Now look at the top of page four.” Claire leaned in and kept her eyes glued to Prosper’s face.
“Highlighted in the blue?”
“No, the green.”
Prosper nodded. “Okay. So this looks like it’s Jack’s blood type.
“Yep, it is. That’s been the missing link this whole time. I mean, not that it matters that much in the grand scheme of things, but still, the doctors really want to know as much of my family history as possible. We just don’t have a lot on Jack. But Raine reminded me the other day that the one thing we did have were his dog tags. I had totally forgotten about those. Seems his blood type was on the tags all this time.”
“Okay, so it says Jack’s blood type wasB.” Prosper ran a finger over the line on the page.
“Now look at the information about my mom’s blood type.”
“Says here, Maggie’s wasO.”
“My blood type isA.” Claire looked hard at him.
“And?” Prosper raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m no doctor, sweetheart. I have no idea what this means.”
“ABtype man and anOtype woman have zero chance of having a child born withAtype blood.”
“Oh dear,” Pinky muttered.
“So, you’re saying they got it wrong?” Prosper was clearly getting irritated with the conversation. “You think someone screwed up the paperwork? Is that it? You want me to knock some heads at the lab or what? Out with it, Claire. Jesus, I got a ballgame to watch.”
Claire looked at Pinky with exasperation. “Can you give me a hand here?”
“Good fucking idea,” Prosper bellowed out. “If you two geniuses put your heads together maybe genius number one can explain what genius number two is trying the hell to say!”
“See! See how you get? I’m trying to be sensitive here, and this is the way you act!” Claire threw up her hands in the air.
“Okay, all right. Everyone have a cookie and relax.” Pinky poured herself a healthy shot of bourbon and gulped it down. “Now, Claire, I’m sure you realize this is a lot to take in. And Prosper, you need to focus on what Claire is saying.”
“Okay, so what the hell is she saying?”
