An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

two in the afternoon, Aunt Susan was sitting on the wooden porch swing, holding a glass of iced tea with both hands.

I took the wicker chair opposite her, lowering myself slowly to keep my back straight, though the effort sent a sharp pinch through my hip.

Susan watched me, her arms folded across her chest, her head tilted to one side as she listened continue reading …