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George frowned and didnt respond to Mira. He knew if he met eyes with the loyal servant, he would agree to whatever the respectable lady request from him. He sighed remembering the good times with his mother. His mother was a great man, kind and playful, but he had always been sickly. He remmebered there had been times when he had felt better, they would spend great times in the garden and his mother would tell stories to him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and finally advanced into Al's room. The first thing that reached him was the pungent smell of drugs. He looked up and found the doctor was approaching. "So, you asked for me?" He asked. At the corner of his eyes, he could see Al on the bed, his face very pale and he looked small and fragile amongst pillows and blankets.