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

“Brenda called my office yesterday,” Dr. Albert said. He did not look at me, keeping his eyes on the paved path ahead.

“What did she want?” I asked.

“She wanted to know if I would sign a statement for her lawyer about your physical recovery,” he said. “She said she needed to show her creditors that the family situation had settled.”

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