Craig shrugged, keeping the cell phone pressed to his ear but twisting it away from his mouth. "Looks like I'm going to have to make a house call."

Leona nodded, then questioned: "Are you having trouble with your tie?"

Craig reluctantly nodded.

"Let's see what I can do," Leona suggested.

Craig raised his chin to give her more room to work as Jordan came back on the line. "She says the pain is terrible. She says it's all of those words you used."

Craig nodded. That sounded like the Patience he was all too familiar with. No help there. "Does the pain radiate anywhere, like to her arm or neck or any other place?"

"Oh my word! I don't know. Should I ask her?"

"Please," Craig replied.

After a few deft maneuvers, Leona pulled on the looped ends of the bow tie and tightened the knot she had made. After a minor adjustment, she stepped back. "Not bad, even if I say so myself," she declared.

Craig looked at himself in the mirror and had to agree. She had made it look easy.

Jordan 's voice came over the phone. "She says it's just in her chest. Are you thinking she's experiencing a heart attack, doctor?"

"It has to be ruled out, Jordan," Craig said. "Remember, I told you she had some mild changes on her stress test, which is why I advised more investigation of her cardiac status, even though she was not inclined."

"I do remember now that you mention it. But whatever the current affliction, I believe it's progressing. I believe she even appears rather blue."

"Okay, Jordan, I'll be right there. But one other quick question: Did she take any of those antidepressant pills I left this morning?"