My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

in his left hand and a silver pen in his right.

He wore his white lab coat, the pocket stuffed with three different colored pens and a small penlight.

“Well, Benjamin, let us get these final signatures out of the way,” Dr. Klein said, his voice clipped and efficient.

He did not look at me as he walked toward the bedside table.

“The digital continue reading …