“I told Dr. Seth the moment I entered his office. “Last night we were at supper, and I began to feel ill. I had the strangest thoughts.” Seth rose from his chair, frowning. “Mrs. Carelton, you’re trembling.” I was fumbling with my gloves, which I could not get off. “Yes, I . . . I’ve been like this since last night.” “Please, sit down.” “It’s so odd, really. I was feeling better. Much better, and then I began to have these visions. It was like a nightmare, really.” “Please, s...it down,” he said again. He motioned toward the big red chair. “A nightmare,” I repeated. My bag was slipping out from beneath my arm. My right glove simply would not come off. I shook my hand in frustration. “Oh, this . . . this—” He came to me and gently took my bag, setting it aside. Then he held out his hand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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