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moment, and not too much traffic as yet. Why don't you come up and have lunch with me some afternoon and let me show you around the place. You'll like it, I think."

"That sounds great, I'd love it," I replied, and soon afterward he left. I was suddenly glum and depressed in the wake of his visit, and my first impulse was to pack and get the hell out of River Bend, if not Atlanta. Granger living right below me posed a definite threat to my existence at River Bend.

If I stayed, it would be only a matter of time before he'd know I was a phony, and I doubted he'd let it go at that. He'd probably call in the authorities.

I was tired of running. I'd been on the run for two years, and at the moment I wasn't recalling the excitement, glamour and fun of it all; I just wanted a place to call home, a place where I could be at peace for a while, a place where I had some friends. River Bend had been that place for two months, and I didn't want to leave. I was happy at River Bend.

A stubborn anger replaced my depression. To hell with Granger. I wouldn't let him force me back to the paper-hanger's circuit. I'd just avoid him. If he came to visit, I'd be busy. When he was in, I'd be out.

It wasn't that easy. Granger was a likable man and a gregarious one. He started showing up at the parties to which I was invited. If he wasn't invited, he'd invite himself. And he was soon one of the most popular men in the complex. I couldn't avoid him. When he'd see me abroad, he'd hail me and stop me for a chat. And when he knew I was at home, he'd call on me.

Granger had a saving grace. He wasn't one to talk shop. He preferred to talk about the many lovely women he'd met at River Bend, and the fun he was having with them. "You know, I was never really a bachelor, Frank," he confided. "I got married young, a marriage neither of us should have entered into, and we stayed with it too long. Why, I don't know. But I'm having a ball, now. I feel like a thirty-year-old man again." Or he'd talk politics, world affairs, cars, sports, ethics and anything else. He was a learned and articulate man, informed on an amazing range of subjects.

I started to relax around Granger. In fact, I found him enjoyable company and even started seeking him out. Wary that the subject of pediatrics would recur sooner or later, however, I started spending a lot of time in the Atlanta library, reading books by pediatricians, medical journals with articles on children's medicine and any other available printed matter that dealt with the subject. I quickly acquired a broad general knowledge of pediatrics, enough knowledge, I felt, to cope with any casual conversations concerning pediatrics.

I felt well-enough informed, after several weeks of study, in fact, to accept Granger's invitation to have lunch with him at the hospital.

He met me in the lobby and promptly introduced me to the receptionist. "This is Dr. Williams, a friend of mine from Los Angeles and, until he returns to California, my neighbor." I'm not sure why I was introduced to the receptionist, unless Granger thought he was being helpful. She was a lovely young woman.

A similar introduction was made frequently during an exacting tour of the hospital. We visited every department. I met the hospital administrator, the chief radiologist, the head of physical therapy, the head nurse, interns, other doctors and dozens of nurses. We had lunch in the hospital cafeteria, and from the number of doctors and nurses who joined us at the dorm-type table where we sat, it was obvious Dr. Granger was a popular and well-liked man.

I returned to the hospital frequently thereafter, chiefly because of Brenda Strong, a nurse I had met there and started dating, but also because the hospital had a large medical library with up-to-the-minute books, journals and medical magazines dealing with every facet of pediatrics.

I could browse around in the library as long as I wanted, which was sometimes hours, without arousing any suspicions. In fact, I learned my frequent use of the library earned me respect beyond professional recognition from the hospital's staff doctors. "Most of the doctors think you're pretty sharp, keeping up in your field even though you're on