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Corissa spun around and saw Kathleen begin to collapse. Reaching out, Corissa tried to keep Kathleen from falling. But they were off balance, and they both fell to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
    Before Corissa could extract herself, Kathleen began to convulse. Her body heaved wildly against the marble floor.
    Helping hands got Corissa to her feet. Two women who’d been at a neighboring cosmetic counter attended to Kathleen. They restrained her from hitting her head on the floor and managed to get something between her teeth. A trickle of blood oozed from Kathleen’s lips. She had bitten her tongue.
    “Oh my God, oh my God!” Corissa kept repeating.
    “What’s her name?” one of tine women attending Kathleen asked.
    “Kathleen Sharenburg,” Corissa said. “Her father is TedSharenburg, head of Shell Oil,” she added, as if that fact would somehow help her friend now.
    “Somebody better call an ambulance,” the woman said. “This girl’s seizure has to be stopped.”
    I T WAS already dark as Janet tried to see out the window of the Ritz Café. People were scurrying past in both directions on Newbury Street, their hands clasped to either coat lapels or hat.
    “I don’t know what you see in him anyway,” Evelyn Reardon was saying. “I told you the day you brought him home he was inappropriate.”
    “He’s earning both his Ph.D. and an M.D. from Harvard,” Janet reminded her mother.
    “That doesn’t excuse his manners, or lack thereof,” Evelyn said.
    Janet eyed her mother. She was a tall, slender woman with straight, even features. Few people had trouble recognizing that Evelyn and Janet were mother and daughter.
    “Sean is proud of his heritage,” Janet said. “He likes the fact that he’s from working stock.”
    “There’s nothing wrong in that,” Evelyn said. “The problem is being mired in it. The boy has no manners. And that long hair of his…”
    “He feels convention is stifling,” Janet said. As usual she found herself in the unenviable position of defending Sean. It was particularly galling at the moment since she was cross with him. What she’d hoped for from her mother was advice, not the same old criticism.
    “How trite,” Evelyn said. “If he was planning on practicing like a regular doctor, there might be hope. But this molecular biology, or whatever it is, I don’t understand. What is he studying again?”
    “Oncogenes,” Janet said. She should have known better than to turn to her mother.
    “Explain what they are once more,” Evelyn said.
    Janet poured herself more tea. Her mother could be trying,and attempting to describe Sean’s research to her was like the blind leading the blind. But she tried nonetheless.
    “Oncogenes are genes that are capable of changing normal cells into cancer cells,” Janet said. “They come from normal cellular genes present in every living cell called proto-oncogenes. Sean feels that a true understanding of cancer will come only when all the proto-oncogenes and oncogenes are discovered and defined. And that’s what he’s doing: searching for oncogenes in specialized viruses.”
    “It may be very worthwhile,” Evelyn said. “But it’s all very arcane and hardly the type of career to support a family on.”
    “Don’t be so sure,” Janet said. “Sean and a couple of his fellow students at MIT started a company to make monoclonal antibodies while he was getting his master’s degree. They called it Immunotherapy, Inc. Over a year ago it was bought out by Genentech.”
    “That’s encouraging,” Evelyn said. “Did Sean make a good profit?”
    “They all did,” Janet said. “But they agreed to reinvest it in a new company. That’s all I can say at the moment. He’s sworn me to secrecy.”
    “A secret from your mother?” Evelyn questioned. “Sounds a bit melodramatic. But you know your father wouldn’t approve. He’s always said that people should avoid using their own capital in starting new