Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

shaking. “She was covering the four-to-eight shift because the regular receptionist had a dentist appointment. She told me about it the next day.”

“She printed them for Robert,” I said.

“He had the results,” Sarah said, speaking very rapidly. “He knew you were just sick with something simple. He knew you were not losing your memory.”

“He knew,” I said.continue reading …