Eileen O’Neill knocked. Silence. She knocked again. Still no answer. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. When she entered Wulfstein’s stuffy lab at the Earthquake Research Institute, the smell of coffee overwhelmed her. Upon seeing her, Wulfstein’s face lit up. “It must be over two months since Boston? Sorry for my hastiness then, Mrs O’Neill.” “Three and a half months to be exact,” she replied. “It’s okay; I’m used to such crises.”
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