Bill.
“Write down the seal numbers when she sends them.”
“I don’t have a pen.”
I looked at him.
He patted both pockets, panicked, then grabbed a marker from the OR whiteboard.
Fine.
Good enough.
For the next thirty-six minutes, I became exactly what I had been overseas.
A person with a phone, a bad chair, and no room for feelings.
I called state police dispatch.continue reading …
