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photograph of Tanner. Most members of the public didn't seem to understand that they had the opportunity to save lives by testing to become donors. The only thing required at this stage was a simple blood test. The article would make a strongly worded plea for bone-marrow donors to help children such as Tanner.

The reporter felt the timing was good. People seemed more generous with their time and money over the Christmas period. Edward hoped they'd be equally giving about submitting to a blood test.

"Hello, darling," his wife said.

"Is it lunchtime already?" With the interview and Tanner Westley's additional tests, his morning had flown.

Janice glanced at her watch. "Actually, we're late."

"Mom and I were shopping." Michael rolled his eyes as if to say how much that had bored him. Edward hid a smile. An intolerance for shopping was something he had in common with his son.

"Can you still join us for lunch?" Janice asked.

Now it was Edward's turn to glance at his watch. "If you don't mind eating in the cafeteria." He needed to be within a few minutes of Tanner, who was starting a new chemotherapy session today.

"We can eat in the cafeteria, can't we, Mom?" Michael tugged at his mother's arm. "Their ice-cream machine is way cool."

"Okay - I'm convinced," Janice responded good-naturedly as the three of them headed toward the elevator.

"Why are we here?" Goodness demanded, her voice unnaturally high. "You know I don't like hospitals."

"I didn't bring us here. Shirley did."

"Would you two stop it?" Shirley sighed in exasperation. Goodness and Mercy were enough to try the patience of a saint, let alone another angel. "That's Greg Bennett's son."

"Which one?"

"The cancer specialist," Shirley said, thinking it should have been obvious.

"You mean he's Catherine's child?"

"Right." It was Gabriel who'd directed her to the hospital, but she hadn't told the others that. As far as she was concerned, they would receive information strictly on a need-to-know basis. It was safer that way.

"But he's wonderful!"

"Unlike his birth father," Goodness said under her breath.

Shirley agreed completely. "Greg Bennett broke Catherine's heart, you know." The file had told her that, and ever since, she'd found it a struggle to care in the slightest about Greg and his vineyard.

"She loved him deeply," Mercy added, shaking her head. "When Greg turned his back on her, she was devastated."

"Then she gave birth to Edward and raised him on her own, and had trouble trusting men again for a very long time."

"She didn't marry until Edward was nearly eight." Shirley recounted the facts as she remembered them. "But she's very happy now...."

"Does she have other children?"

"A daughter, who's a child psychologist," Shirley supplied. "They meet every Friday for lunch on Fisherman's Wharf."

"That's on the waterfront, isn't it?" Mercy brightened.

Shirley cast her fellow angel a quelling look. She didn't want to say it, but Mercy's obsession with ships was beginning to bother her. Oh, my, she didn't know how she was going to get through this holiday season with Goodness and Mercy and still have any kind of effect on Greg Bennett. As much fun as it was to enjoy the things of this earth, they were on an important mission and didn't have time to get sidetracked.

"Meanwhile, Greg has had three wives and each one of them looks exactly like Catherine," Goodness pointed out.

Shirley hadn't recognized that, but as soon as Goodness made the observation, she knew it was true. "Only he doesn't see there's a pattern here," she murmured.

"He hasn't opened his eyes wide enough to see it," Goodness said.

"Yet." Mercy crossed her arms in a determined way that seemed to suggest she'd take great delight in telling him.

"Yet?" Shirley raised her eyebrows in warning, but continued her summary of Greg's failings. "His only child, a son he deserted before he was born, grew up to become a noted cancer specialist, while Greg has squandered his life on wine and women."

"Yes, and while he was trying to pick up some blond babe in a fancy bar, Edward was treating a ten-year-old leukemia patient," Mercy said in a scornful voice.

Goodness grew quiet, which was always a dangerous sign.

"What are you thinking?" Shirley asked her.

"I'm thinking about Catherine," Goodness confessed.

"He hasn't seen her since college," Shirley put in.

"But it seems to me that Greg's been searching for her in every woman he's met," Goodness said thoughtfully.

"Certainly every woman he marries," Mercy added, not concealing her disgust.

"And?" Shirley prodded. "What's your point, Goodness?"

"Well...perhaps we should do something to help make it happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if he's