Dear readers
Thank you so much your support, comments and emails. You have earned a special place in my heart, and you are the reason why I wrote this epilogue. Halloween is my favorite day of the year and though gift-giving isn't the usual for this special season; neither am I. That said, here is my gift to you for taking this journey with Magnus and Cassie.
I hope you all enjoy it.
Z
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Magnus typed furiously as he entered the notes from his last patient into their file. As he neared the last paragraph, he heard an impatient knock at the door. He stood up to answer it just as Annette burst her way into his office with a large shopping bag.
"Are you trying to make yourself late? She asked, visibly annoyed.
Her hair was parted in the middle and flowed in large chestnut waves, framing her heart-shaped face in a glamorous nineteen-thirties style. She wore an elegant black strapless gown and deep red lipstick. She looked flawless.
"You look lovely as a brunette. What made you decide to color your hair?" Magnus asked.
"It's a wig." She answered with growing annoyance.
"You have no idea what today is, do you?" She asked with crossed arms.
Magnus thought for a second before sinking back into his chair. He rested his elbows on the desk as his head fell into his hands.
"Shit..." He uttered, disappointed at himself.
"Wow." Said Annette as she shook her head in disbelief. "You're lucky you've got a lot on your plate, with the new practice and all. If it weren't for that, I would have let her tear you a new one."
She said as she walked over to his desk.
"But, being the incredibly selfless and benevolent partner that I am; I've decided to have your back yet again."
She placed the large bag onto his desk, and Magnus peered inside of it. His face lit up with joy before he stood up and circled his desk to throw his arms around Annette.
"You amazing little miracle maker! What would I do without you?" He hugged her warmly as she chuckled at his appreciation.
"Darling, you'd simply perish." She said in a dramatic Hollywood-esque voice as she held a pretend cigarette between her fingers.
"Wait- are you in costume?" He asked, trying to place where he may have seen her look.
"Isn't it obvious?' She said, exasperated. "Hold on."
Annette pulled a gold medal which dangled from a bright red ribbon out of her purse. She placed it around her neck and posed proudly with one hand on her hip, the other clutching the imaginary cigarette. Magnus leaned towards her and lifted the medal from her chest to read it.
"Wisconsin State Spelling Bee Champion Nineteen-"
"Forget about what the medal says." She interrupted. "It's supposed to be a 'National Inventor's Hall of Fame' award anyway.
Now use your imagination. Who am I?"
Magnus stepped back and viewed her ensemble once more.
"I'm sorry... not a clue."
"Oh!" Annette exclaimed as she swatted his arm. "I'm Hedy Lamarr! Dammit, I thought it was dead on." She said, feeling a little defeated.
"No, no- it's a wonderful costume. Look at how glamorous you are!
It's my fault, really.
I don't know much about her, so I couldn't see it.
But I bet someone who has seen her movies might." He assured.
Annette crossed her arms and huffed, still a bit disappointed that her costume wasn't immediately recognized.
"The medal is a nice touch. I bet we could make a label on clear plastic that says 'Inventor's Hall of Fame' on it." He continued, hoping to quell her disappointment.
"It... could use a label... I guess." She conceded.
"Here..." He grabbed the label maker off his file cabinet and handed it to her.
"There should be a clear plastic roll in my desk, help yourself while I go try this on." Magnus took the large bag from his desk and headed off to the restroom down the hall from his office.
Annette sat behind Magnus' desk and quickly found the small roll of plastic strip inside his desk drawer. It had only been four months since Magnus had decided to open his own practice and there they were; already settled into their own floor within the bustling office complex. It was so typical of Magnus to excuse himself instead of simply asking Annette to wait in her office for him while he dressed in his.
'Classic Magnus.'
She thought as she finished up the label for her medal. It seemed like just a few days ago they were working doubles trying desperately to meet the deadline to submit their findings on the case study. And now here they were; successful and triumphant in their applied style of therapy. As a team they were unstoppable in their quest to therapeutically heal those whom medicine had failed. They were quickly on their way to becoming the two top therapists of the region, and Annette was confident that they would reach the top listings of the state within the next year. And who would have thought that through him she would find her most cherished companion and partner in crime. She looked down at the picture of her best friend on his desk and smiled.
"Um... I think this shirt is perhaps a little too tight." Magnus said upon reentry.
Annette giggled at a blushing Magnus as he surveyed the snug fitting, beige button up shirt.
"I'll be quite embarrassed should any cool air reach my chest."
Annette continued to snicker. "It's perfect. Trust me. That's how they wore them back then." She assured.