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gleaned from indirect historical evidence, 103. A couple of the senior physicians made overhead fist signs of approval for longevity. Individual life styles and family characteristics as well as doctoring were combed for contributary factors. It was all matter-of-fact spewing, but presentation stopped abruptly to gasps, bulging eyeballs and incredulity when Chu disclosed that the eldest of these four oldies spent most of her life - right up to her last days - as a hooker. Well you can imagine the fracture that caused in group composure. To the guffaws, "What? What wrong, wit dis?" Denise Morgan was lying backward in her pew nearly foaming spit and snorting - weeping with laughter as Chu persisted as if clueless, "What? What wrong wit dis?" Smiling Blake, trying to control his mouth, but not too successfully, was making a rolling hand wrist gesture as he guessed, "Are we talking rugs here, doctor?" "Of course, we talking rugs. What wrong wit you?" Even Mary Richards was rolling out of control, and on Denise Morgan of all people. Of course Dr. Chu, as sharp as a needle, knew exactly what he had implied. Frank Sumner was up in the back casting about the floor of the last pew for his lost cigar, but Larry Osten was too teary eyed to catch it. Blake, bested, bowed his head "Very good Dr. Chu. Very good." Chu sat down, "You betcha. Chu put the Brake on." That took a moment to penetrate but cleaned the bases he had just loaded. Grand slam for Chu. When the second bout of sobbing ebbed, "Case 104797. Ranjeeta? Need the mike?" The very soft spoken doctor Ranjeeta Chandra advanced her wheel chair forward from her floor position in the gallery to face her assembled colleagues. Pediatric psychiatrist Chandra was not too fond of evocative medical imagery and so, as was her custom when speaking to groups, had a single image projected. This