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The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

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where the skillet kicked back into my thumb. I hadn’t noticed.

Clara refused to sit on the exam table unless I kept one hand on her ankle.

So I did.

A nurse named Pam brought warm socks, apple juice, and a paper gown with little blue flowers on it. Clara stared at the gown.

“You don’t have to put it on until you’re ready,” Pam said.

Clara looked at me.

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