I know the anaesthesiologist, from back when he was still wondering what to do with his life and trying to learn bar chords. Funny how he ended up in Idaho, pursuing that ginger-headed gal with the huge smile and the shapely hips. Anyway, we go way back.

So if Rapaire comes to only to find his hospital bed is precariously balanced on the tip-top of the nearest Mormon cathedral spire, wanting nothing but a strong breeze to tilt it dramatically to the side....why, you might want to find out who had their finger on the gas valve. And why he's spending an extra hundred on dinner tonight...

Good genes only go so far, ya know.


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