She grabbed herself another cup of coffee before heading to her office.She grabbed herself another cup of coffee before heading to her office. There was work to be done. Day 3, 1030: Sara Martin checked her patient. The 33-year old divorcee had read with interest the night nurse's notes. For a flighty kid, she had done OK in adjusting the anesthetic. The patient seemed to be sleeping much better and his vital signs had actually improved. Maybe those wires and needles in his skull were beginning to work. Sara looked at the old man carefully one last time, then left the room without her usual shudder. If she hadn't known better, she could have sworn the old man was smiling... *** Wilbur was at the Hootchie-Koo Club, dancing the Charleston with Lucy Hall. Lucy's brown hair danced with her, despite the short, stylish cut. He had given Ellen the bad news about the party a little while ago. The vivacious blonde didn't seem at all offended, except that she hadn't known about the party. She promised Wilbur she'd be there, and that she'd be tactful around Lucy. |