An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

without looking at the house again. The silver SUV followed her, driven by a man from my father’s bank.

By two o’clock, Susan had joined us, her small station wagon parked in the shade of the driveway. They helped me into the passenger seat of Caroline’s car, folding the wheelchair into the trunk with a metallic clang. We drove to the Silver Lake bank continue reading …