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Author: Michael Crichton

The apartment was a mess. Lisa padded into the kitchen, and poked around the pans and dishes stacked in the sink, found a coffee cup. She rinsed it out. "You want coffee?"

He shook his head. "Shit, Lise," he said. "This place is a pigsty."

"I work nights, you know that."

She had never cared about her surroundings. Even as a child, her room was always a mess. She just didn't seem to notice. Now Tom looked through the greasy drapes of the kitchen window at the traffic crawling past on the 405. "So. How's work going?"

"It's House of Pancakes. How do you think it's going? Same every fucking night."

"What did Mom say?"

"She wanted to know if I was coming to the funeral."

"What'd you say?"

"I told her to fuck off. Why should I go? He wasn't my father."

Tom sighed. This was a long-standing argument within the family. Lisa believed she was not John Weller's daughter. "You don't think so, either," she said to Tom.

"Yeah, I do."

"You just say whatever Mom wants you to say." She fished out a cigarette butt from a heaping ashtray, and bent over the stove to light it from the burner. "Was he drunk when he crashed?"

"I don't know."

"I bet he was shitfaced. Or on those steroids he used, for his bodybuilding."

Tom's father had been a bodybuilder. He took it up later in life, and even competed in amateur contests. "Dad didn't use steroids."

"Oh sure, Tom. I used to look in his bathroom. He had needles."

"Okay, so you didn't like him."

"It doesn't matter anymore," she said. "He wasn't my father. I don't care about any of it."

"Mom always said that he was your father, that you were just saying it, because you didn't like him."

"Well, guess what? We can settle it, once and for all."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, a paternity test."

"Lisa," he said. "Don't start this."

"I'm not starting. I'm finishing."

"Don't. Promise me you won't do this. Come on. Dad's dead, Mom's upset, promise me."

"You are a chickenshit pussy, you know that?" That was when he saw she was near tears.

He put his arms around her, and she began to cry. He just held her, feeling her body shake. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry."

After her brotherhad gone, she heated a cup of coffee in the microwave, then sat down at the kitchenette table by the phone. She dialed Information. She got the number for the hospital. A moment later, she heard the receptionist say, "Long Beach Memorial."

"I want to talk to the morgue," she said.

"I'm sorry. The morgue is at the County Coroner's Office. Would you like that number?"

"Someone in my family just died at your hospital. Where would his body be now?"

"One moment please, I will connect you to pathology."

Four days later,her mother called back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, going down to the hospital and asking for blood from your father."

"He's not my father."

"Lisa. Don't you ever get tired of this game?"

"No, and he's not my father, because the genetic tests came back negative. It says right here" - she reached for the printed sheet - "that there is less than one chance in 2.9 million that John J. Weller is my father."

"What genetic test?"

"I had a genetic test done."

"You're so full of shit."

"No, Mom. You're the one who's full of shit. John Weller's not my father, and the test proves it.I always knew it. "

"We'll see about that," her mother said, and hung up.

About half an hourafter that, her brother, Tom, called. "Hey, Lise." Real casual, laid-back.

"Just got a call from Mom."

"Yeah?"

"She said something about a test?"

"Yeah. I did a test, Tommy. And guess what?"

"I heard. Who did this test, Lise?"

"A lab here in Long Beach."

"What's it called?"

"BioRad Testing."

"Uh-huh," her brother said. "You know, these labs that advertise on the Internet aren't very reliable. You know that, don't you?"

"They guaranteed it."

"Mom's all upset."

"Too bad," she said.

"You know she'll do her own test now? And there's going to be lawsuits? Because you're accusing her of infidelity."

"Gee, Tommy, I don't really give a damn. You know that?"

"Lise, I think this is causing a lot of needless trouble around Dad's death."

"Your dad," she said."Not mine."

CHapter 009

Kevin McCormick,chief administrator of Long Beach Memorial, looked up at the chubby figure coming into his office, and said, "How the hell did this happen?" He pushed a sheaf of papers across his desk.

Marty Roberts, the chief of pathology, glanced quickly through the document. "I have no idea," he said.

"The wife of the deceased, Mr. John J. Weller, is suing us for unauthorized release of tissue to the daughter."

"What's the legal situation?" Marty Roberts said.

"Unclear," McCormick said. "Legal says the daughter is a family member and has a clear right to be given tissues to test for diseases that may affect her. Problem is, she did a paternity test and it came back negative. So she'snot his daughter. Arguably that makes our release of tissues unauthorized."

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