An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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At noon, the gravel in the driveway crunched under the tires of Susan’s station wagon. I stood up from the wicker chair, using the armrests to push myself upright, and walked the twelve steps to the back screen door without leaning on my cane.

Susan met us in the kitchen, her arms wrapped around a heavy cardboard box. Her face was flushed from the continue reading …