"I was just at her place, W.B. I actually got in, which is more than has happened in over four years. I think she's on board but I'm still not entirely sure. So, just to be safe, I told her you wanted to see her tomorrow."
"Are you saying you couldn't make this happen? With your own fucking sister?"
"It's ... We're not exactly on the greatest of terms, Ally and me." There was an awkward tone in his voice. "It's hard to explain. Like I told you, I confirmed her blood type on Saturday. It's AB, like I thought. And I played the mother angle. At the very least, I think she's willing to drive the old bird out to the institute and meet Karl. That's a start, at least."
"And what about her medical . . . Karl wanted to see—"
"I'm working on it. I remembered something about her. I've got a guy. He's going to check on it tonight."
"Good" Bartlett growled. "There's no time to screw around on this."
"I've set it up for you to meet her tomorrow, the way you wanted. I think she'll show. I told—"
"The one who really should talk to her is Karl." Bartlett sighed. "He knows how to handle patients."
"Then he could call her tomorrow. After she's talked to you. If we all pull together on this, W.B., I'm sure we can get her out there by day after tomorrow, Tuesday."
Winston Bartlett looked at his watch. It had just turned