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"Of course." Hannah turned toward her, a sponge in her hand. "Anyone that allergic had better be prepared. He's got a couple of kits in that drawer." She pointed a dripping hand toward the one from which she had extracted the box that saved Mike's life. "There're some in the garage near the stand with the rake and pruning shears, though he's hired a gardener to do the outside work. He should have one in his car, one at the officeI don't know. All I'm sure of is that he has me call his allergy doctor now and then for prescription refills." |
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"Prescription refills?" Abby did not know what that meant. |
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"That's right. The kits aren't available over the counter." |
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"In the drugstore." Hannah laughed. "I guess this is all foreign to you. See, there are certain medications people can get only if a doctor prescribes them. They're too dangerous to be used by someone who doesn't need them. These kits are among them. The others, the things easy to obtain, are called 'over the counter.' " |
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"I see. So it's difficult for most people to obtain these kits unless they have a doctor who will . . . prescribe them?" |
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Abby's heart sank. How was she to obtain a kit to take with her? She would have to take one of Mike'sbut only if he had a sufficient number that she would not endanger him. She thought quickly. "I'm worried about Mike after that |
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