KIERAN
I need a personal favor， Kieran.\" Her eyes were ice-blue; Lake Michigan
nder a cold， sunny sky.
\"Name it， Kathleen. Whatever it is， you ve got it. No questions
sked.\"
We were both from Chicago political families; we knew what a
~ersonal favor meant. No matter what our past conflicts had been， we
understood that the request for a personal favor must be granted.
\"An AIDS test for me.\" Her voice did not waver. \"And for my
:hildren.\"
I could have argued that I was not the kind of doctor to administer
he AIDS test. But I knew better than to quibble when the request had
3een presented as a personal favor. Not in Chicago.
I opened the door to my inner office and stepped aside so that she
:ould enter. She was wearing a black， double-breasted trench coat. It
was soaking wet， as was her flaming red hair， which she wore pulled
pack into a tight knot.
\"I didn t know whether you could do such tests，\" she said， untying
the belt on her coat.
\"I am an M.D.\"
She winced as I removed the coat from her shoulders as if she was
in pain. \"I know that， but I thought you might leave the tests to others.\"
\"Most of the time I do， but occasionally l test some of my patients
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