<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Geez, why didn't I think of that," Tony asked, hitting his forehead with the heel of his hand.<br/>
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"Not enough coffee and chocolate," Jack pronounced.  "Eat!  Drink!"  Tony obeyed, and Jack turned his head back up to Papa.  "This is part of being fambly.  I don't have lotsa practice at it, but I think I'm doing okay."<br/>
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"You are," Tony murmured.<br/>
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Garcia texted back shortly.  The phones were not at the same location, which should have been some comfort.  She was intitially concerned because Palmer's phone was located at a funeral home -- but research showed that the Slater Funeral Home was owned by his in-laws and was where his wife Breena worked.  <i>Maybe call there, or call the wife?</i> Garcia suggested.  Doctor Mallard's phone was on the move -- headed towards them.  <i>Got your message, I'll bet.  If he doesn't show in the next twenty minutes, ping me back and I'll do more magic.  Goddess Garcia out.</i></span></span>