Nora Laid Her Teething Baby on a Sick Man and Felt His Fingers Twitch

Wallace said with a short, polite nod.

“I’ll be upstairs at four to check on our patient.”

“Yes, Doctor,” I said, holding the wooden tray until he had walked past the front door pillars.

I carried the cold soup back to the kitchen, set the tray beside the sink, and sat on the wooden stool to write the time in my blue ledger notebook.

At four o’clock, Dr.

Wallace came up the grand staircase with his heavy black briefcase in his right hand.