“What are your plans?”
“I haven't any. I'm about through with my training, but I've lost my diploma.”
“I don't like to see you going away like this.”
She avoided his eyes, but his kindly tone did what neither the Head nor the Executive Committee had done that day. It shook her control.
“What does it matter to you? You don't owe me anything.”
“Perhaps not. One way and another I've known you a long time.”
“You never knew anything very good.”
“I'll tell you where I live, and—”
“I know where you live.”
“Will you come to see me there? We may be able to think of something.”