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Nena looked herself up and down in the full-length mirror. She was attired in a black turtleneck sweater with black jeans and shoes. Behind her and draped over the back of a chair was a black overcoat similar to the one worn by Jack.
She glanced at the door to the infirmary. “Jack?”
The door opened and he peeked his devilish face inside. “You called?”
She glared at him. “What if I wasn’t done dressing?”
“Then I would have helped you finish,” he quipped as he slipped inside.
“I highly doubt that,” Doc commented as he followed him into the room. The elderly man paused to study her for a moment before he nodded approvingly. “You look wonderful, Miss Nena.”
Jack stopped at the overcoat and rubbed the fabric between his gloved fingers. “Not bad material.”
Nena tilted to one s
