An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

this old junk and come help me with the lunch platters.”

“Did we ever take it to the shop to get fixed?” I asked, looking up at her face, which was shadowed in the doorway.

“We did not have the money for that kind of nonsense,” she said, her voice rising another octave. “We had to pay the doctor for your wrist, and then there was the seventy-five dollar continue reading …