"Of course not."
"And there's another reason I'm here. I want to warn you. I'm writing a book about stem cell procedures and anything you say to me about your treatment could well end up in it. So don't tell me anything you don't want everybody to hear about."
"Are you really writing a book about Dr. Vee?" She beamed. "That's wonderful! He's a saint. Everyone here says so. He deserves a special place in heaven."
This is great, Stone thought. I've got my own Deep Throat.
"Then could I ask you what you know about what he did and how you think you've improved."
"I don't really understand what he's doing, but I do know what is happening to me. It's as though my mind was full of fog a lot of the time, but now there's a wind that's blowing it away."
"And how—"
A shaft of light from the hallway pierced across the room as the door opened. Stone turned to see the man he'd first noticed in the lobby. The man walked past him and marched over to the bed.
"Hi, how're you feeling?"
"I'm touched." Her visage immediately hardened "It's thoughtful of you to finally come by and favor your mother with a visit."