One Ticket Unclaimed in Oakhaven.

My ticket had been under that magnet on Friday.

On Saturday I had been at the hospital.

On Sunday Gary had complained about the bills.

On Wednesday the magnet was bare.

I put the paper back in my apron and went to the hospital.

Margaret’s room smelled of antiseptic and the daisies I had cut from the side yard.

She was propped up on two pillows with the television off.