A few months ago, my boss took everyone in the office out for drinks to celebrate a new big client that one of the lawyers had just signed on. We cheerfully paraded out of the office at 4:30, ready to drink to the occasion. The evening sun sparkled through the tall bar windows on my glass of rum and coke as we swathed ourselves in a haze of laughter at the corner of the bar. A few stools down the other legal receptionist, a middle-aged Southern blonde, politely declined the appetizers because her husband was already at home cooking dinner for her. One of the lawyers joked that her husband was trying to get her in the mood; she replied with a smile and quickness, "He doesn't have to work that hard to get me in the mood." We all laughed. That laughter has gone. At the beginning of October, she called off work one Thursday. She had taken her husband to the hospital the previous night with severe abdominal pain, and the doctors couldn't identify the cause. After se...
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