By My Hands
“DR. EVAN MORGAN LEANED back in his favorite easy chair and reflected on his love for Sundays. After years of keeping a doctor’s schedule, he now enjoyed having a regular work week. As an administrator, his workday was seldom longer than ten hours, and he almost never went to the office on weekends. Instead, he played golf with the doctors from his former practice. After the game he would come home to his luxury downtown condominium on the twenty-sixth floor of the Lyman Building. Once home, he would leisurely read through the Sunday editions of the Los Angeles Times and the San Diego Union. With his wife visiting her sister in Bakersfield, the condominium was especially quiet.
For Morgan nothing could be better.
Actually, Evan was feeling a sense of euphoria.
Things at the hospital had quieted since Lisa Hailey’s unusual event. Oh, there were still the crowds in the lobby, but he was sure that they would start thinning any day now. He looked around his home and felt a rush of pride an...d pleasure.MoreLess
For Morgan nothing could be better.
Actually, Evan was feeling a sense of euphoria.
Things at the hospital had quieted since Lisa Hailey’s unusual event. Oh, there were still the crowds in the lobby, but he was sure that they would start thinning any day now. He looked around his home and felt a rush of pride an...d pleasure.MoreLess
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