Michael Malone - Weebly

Cecil's for the game tonight?"
"Guess so, if folks give me a chance. Too much
business, too much." The old doctor lowered himself,
grunting, into a chair and licking his fingers, rubbed them
against his eyelids. "Old fellow, Jim Price, remember,
used to be a night watchman out at the factory?
Had a coronary yesterday. Lived in the trailer park
over there. One of the Puerto Ricans found him."
"Somebody told me you lost the old nun at Mercy
House, too.
She was the last of them, wasn't she?"
"Yeah. Monday. Endocarditis. Lot of it, too much.
I'm beginning to wonder if every damn person in town
isn't going to walk in with a heart condition. Well, I
don't know. Overworked and ignorant.
Overaged, too. Ernie Ransom told me flat out a
couple of days ago that I ought to retire."
"Fat chance."
"Old folks die, I guess. Young ones, too. Well.
Lucky, I had a birth this morning. Vacationers up at the
lake; weren't expecting 'til July, they said. Had a girl.
Sort of set me up. Things have been bad."