Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“It’s the most useful thing you’ve told me.”
I put my pen in her hand and had her write the hour down in her own words and sign it, and she did, right there on the desk.
Evelyn Thorne had the intake sheet waiting when I got to the hospital at two.
“Three twelve in the morning,” she said.
“That is the log time.
She told me the trouble started before nine.”
“Six hours.”