Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Chapter 9
The community was surprised to see Siegel with a cane. He tried not to use it, but remembering the incident in the cemetery he always carried it with him. Friedman was no longer "the" neurologist but "his" neurologist. He wanted to know how much longer he had to live, not breathe, but actually live and be capable. No diagnosis had been given to him, with nerve diseases there are 1,000 possible things that could be wrong. Was it a coincidence that he was living the life of his book "The Shadows?" Siegel's sister Jet whined to him on how he never called to check in, but Siegel didn't want to tell Jet about the neurologist, he didn't want to tell anyone. He began to take a small do age of steroids to slow down the growth of the disease. Siegel was fine when he was sitting, but standing brought him troubles. Siegel went into the book store and noticed there was a new girl working, she had a smudge on her face, some kind of blemish. Siegel wasn't usually drawn to women like her but he questioned the girl. She looked so familiar, then he remembered he met her at the cafe. "Come work for me Alma."
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