Dessie sat in the chair by the fire in the clinic.  The days were getting a little cooler, a long winter threatened to make its appearance known soon, and she had taken to building the fires for herself to warm up in the cool clinic.  She haphazardly put the papers back in each patients’ file for refilling in the cabinet.  She had a hard time concentrating all the time lately, but today, it was different.  She stacked up other files neatly on the corner of the desk and decided to clean the instruments.

     Christine busied herself at home today with scrubbing her wood floor and she wiped her brow with a soapy hand.  Only a foot or two left and then she’d get lunch ready for her and Jussie.  Christine prefer...

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