The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
Gable slid a blank request form under the glass slot.
“I need everything from my labor and delivery,” I said.
“November fourth, 2012.”
Mrs.
Gable stopped searching her desk drawer and looked up at my face.
“Those files aren’t in the active system,” she said.
“Where are they?
Can you get them?”
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