The Right DirectionbyMoshe Sipper
Janet Cohen could tell the outcome as soon as she saw Dr. Barnaby Finch walk out the door. His ashen face spoke louder than words.“They rejected it, right?” she asked tremulously. “I’m so very sorry, Janet,” replied Dr. Finch in a broken voice. “I… It’s… If only —”Janet interjected softly, trying to put on a brave face. “Barnaby, it’s not your fault. We knew it was risky.” But then her composure dissipated like grains of sand in the wind and the tears started...