“Something about mother’s sudden death puzzles me” said Mildred into the telephone. “I understand” replied Dr. Schneider. “Let’s talk. Make an appointment to see me.” On the way, lost in thought, Mildred ran a red light.
She woke up staring at a fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Someone bent over her; she recognized the face. “Hello Mildred. You had an accident. You can’t move or speak but I know you can hear me. We need to operate immediately but before we put you under,” smiled Dr. Schneider, “I want you to know I’m going to take care of you personally.”
She woke up staring at a fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Someone bent over her; she recognized the face. “Hello Mildred. You had an accident. You can’t move or speak but I know you can hear me. We need to operate immediately but before we put you under,” smiled Dr. Schneider, “I want you to know I’m going to take care of you personally.”
