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a moment. “Just one question.” Her eyes narrowed to mere slits. “Have you ever seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers ?”
    Debra laughed, recorded her time out on the log, and headed for the door, humming music to smell roses by. She turned back to the confused receptionist. “Toodles,” she said, and gave a little wave and a grin.
    From the look on poor Tanya’s face, the receptionist fully expected Investigator Daniels’s head to do one of those full-rotation moves at any moment.
    Debra waited until she was outside before she burst into laughter. “Lawyer Logan, you little devil.” She giggled. “Where have you been all my life?” 

Chapter Three
    Mr. Right will integrate nicely into the ordinary world of his soul mate—and positively interact with the inhabitants thereof . 
    Several weeks later, Debra reflected on the success of her little campaign and sighed with satisfaction. Her one-woman show was working out better than she could ever have hoped. She had her coworkers positively salivating over her mystery man, the object of Debra’s closely guarded affections, the veritable wizard who could make the perennial winner of the Office Workaholic Award take a lunch break and go home at quitting time, the macho, macho man who put a spring in ho-hum Daniels’s nine-and-a-half, wide-width oxfords and a smile on her face as big as her dad’s when he beat his handicap in golf.
    Last week Debra had finally put her mother out of her misery and spoon-fed both parents additional information about the man in her life. Debra chuckled, recalling the conversation.
    “Logan? He’s a…lawyer?” her mother had exclaimed. Her parents’ mouths had dropped open in unison, as if they’d rehearsed, and they exchanged a stunned look. “A lawyer?”
    “That’s right. He works in criminal law now primarily, but also dabbles in family law.”
    Her mother had looked at Debra as if she’d just announced her intention to dye her hair glow-in-the-dark orange with a neon green stripe down the middle.
    “A lawyer,” her mother repeated. “Where did you meet this…this…lawyer?”
    “At the mall,” Debra responded.
    “The mall?” Her parents had acquired the annoying habit of parroting everything she said.
    “In a novelty shop.”
    “A novelty shop?”
    Debra nodded. “I looked up and there he was.”
    “What on earth possessed you to strike up a conversation with a total stranger—in a novelty shop, of all places?” her mother asked. “What was he doing there in the first place?”
    “I got the impression he was waiting for someone to pick him up,” Debra said, trying hard not to laugh outright at her mother’s horror. Later, when her parents learned the truth about good old Lawyer Logan, they would replay this conversation and all have a good laugh.
    “Pick him up?”
    “I was joking, Mother. Let’s see. How can I describe my feelings when I looked up and saw Lawyer Logan…?” And do it without laughing? Debra thought, biting her lip to keep from doing just that. “I got this overwhelming feeling he might very well be just the thing to fill that void in my life you are all so concerned with. From the moment I laid eyes on him I felt that he could be the perfect man for me.”
    “But…a lawyer? Why, you’ve been known to say that under the word ‘dung’ in the dictionary, it says, ‘See attorney.’ Isn’t that right, Stuart? Now you’re dating one?”
    “Logan’s different, Mother. He’s not your typical lawyer. When they created him, they broke the mold.” Debra gave a silent tsk- tsk . She was a baad girl.
    “Well, I, for one, cannot wait to meet this paragon,” her mother said.
    “Whoa, there, Nelly.” Debra halted the runaway welcome wagon before it reached Pony Express speed. “We’re nowhere near the take-him-home-to-meet-Mom stage. I only ran across him a month or so ago. We’re still in that awkward breaking-in phase.”
    Her mother sniffed. “At least tell me what he looks