In fact, Abel Gideon was not, at least, an attending member, though he used to have an ID card or two stowed in his wallet. Medicine was a game of prestige, but Gideon had never buckled to the social responsibilities. Country clubs bored him, a man with refined but still relatively simple tastes, although his wife had found them a fascinating study.

Funny, those things that still did linger in his mind. Gideon's lips tightened further, his eyes somehow growing even colder.

"Can't say," was his flippant response. "She doesn't seem to have any problem with the way I am."