Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

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“I passed,” I said, sitting down in the leather chair across from him.

“I had no doubt you would,” he said. “Your gait has improved by forty percent since we began the circulation therapy.”

I reached into my canvas bag and pulled out the three unopened packages of thick gray socks he had lent me. I set them on his desk.

“I only needed three pairs to continue reading …