"Ms. Fast, this is Linda from Dr. Mallard's office," an older woman's voice said.
"Seven. I'll schedule you for seven-fifteen so Dr. Mallard can get his first cup of coffee," Linda said.
"Hi Linda," she murmured.
"I'm Linda," the brunette said.
Linda flashed her a strained smile that made her feel welcome for the first time in a week before the pretty brunette gave the blond man, Lon, a hug and kiss.
Sit your ass down, Linda said, planting her small form between them and physically pushing the man who towered over her.
Linda waved her over.
Pierre drew nearer, and Linda waved her forward again.
The doctor left, and Linda joined her.
"He is," Linda said.
At her curious look, Linda continued.
He'll be inconsolable, Linda said with a delighted laugh.
Linda sent Rainy to Traci and walked with her to the cafeteria.
Pierre trailed them at a distance just out of earshot, and Linda looked at her curiously.
These are the finest men you'll find anywhere, Linda grinned.
Someone brought you in, Linda said wisely.
Linda looked at her, and she cleared her throat, anger spiraling through her again.
"I guess I'd never thought of that," Linda admitted, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth.
"I do understand how frustrating this all seems when you first join," Linda went on.
Linda whipped out a phone to text Lon.
"He's just a good guy," Linda continued.
"They do so much to help people," Linda said, looking down as her phone dinged.
Linda texted back and forth with her husband for a few minutes.
The warmth of his smile was not lost on her, and she thought about what Linda had said about him.
"Linda says you can call her whenever you want," Lon said, handing Sofia a tissue with a phone number and smiley face written on it.
Linda and Traci were there.
"I'm glad you're here," Linda whispered.
Linda called, flashing a smile.
"I'll get you some food," Linda said, bouncing away.
Linda says you're newer than me.
Linda returned with two hotdogs and handed one to each of them.
Linda asked, turning to her in concern.
Linda prodded, handing her the plate going around.
Linda was too easygoing to be affected by much of anything, and the men seemed more surprised than anything else.
Sofia exchanged a look with Linda, and the chipper woman took the hint.
"Hon, it's as real as it gets," Linda assured her.
I don't mean that in a mean way, Linda said quickly.
The growing night chill had driven Linda into Lon's arms, and she relaxed near the fire.
"I thought you didn't eat croissants," Sofia said, staring at her bodyguard as she awaited Linda and Traci.
"I think Pierre was right about that sweater," Linda said as she rejoined them.
She looked healthier and happier than during their last two encounters, and Linda had let it slip that she and Rainy were talking again.
"That pocket is for knives, not your shit," Pierre snapped as Linda dropped another trinket she'd bought into one of his pockets.
"The key is knowing that—if you're not a bad guy—they can't do more than bark at you," Linda confided to Sofia and Traci.
"Very nice," Linda said, picking it up.
"We know that," Linda said.
Linda rolled her eyes.
"It is different, but you'll never hear such neat accounts of history as you will from these guys," Linda stated.
"I've heard of you," Linda said, surprised.
Linda, Traci, Sofia, I presume.
He's got a great sense of style, Linda said with a laugh.
"I think I'll go with her," Linda said, looking between the two.
Linda is putting me in contact with the support group she belongs to.
She snatched her satchel and dug out Linda and Traci's numbers.
Linda says you make a killer grilled chicken, Traci called from the kitchen.
The Wassermann twins, sainted boys according to the stilted account, had been all but ignored, according to the writer, Linda Segal, a name Dean didn't recognize.
You here to kill Linda Segal, The Ice Lady, or is this a social call?
Only the Lord knew what Linda Segal, The Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, would do with this turn of events.
The Ice Lady, Linda Segal, was going full bore at the Sentinel, trying to convince her reading public that the poor lad might have been saved had the local police properly conducted the search for the missing boy in a timely fashion.
This silence did little to get Linda Segal, the Ice Lady of the Parkside Sentinel, off his back.
Linda Segal, The Ice Lady, was speechless.
The standard modern work on Savonarola is Pasquale Villari's, La Storia di Fra Girolamo Savonarola e de' suoi tempi (Florence, 1887) based on an exhaustive study of the original authorities and containing a number of new documents (English translation by Linda Villari, London, 1889).
Let's say Linda has come up with a pretty interesting idea: A social network for couples.
But Linda decides to give it a try.
Linda thinks about this and decides she wants to keep it ad-free for now.
Linda gets the idea to call Facebook and see if she can advertise to people who change their status to "In a relationship."