I quickly answered the phone. The doctor's voice came through. "Ms. Russell, the bionic hand you ordered is ready. When would you like to come in for a fitting?"
I suddenly remembered this.
Ford had mentioned before that when we were both free, he wanted us to revisit some of our old field research spots.
But with my limited mobility, we hadn't been able to go.
I had hoped to surprise him by getting the bionic hand fitted and practicing with it in time for the trip. Ironically, it seemed the surprise would go to waste now that we were ending things.
"Okay, I'll be there this afternoon."
After making the appointment, Viola drove me to the hospital in the afternoon.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the hospital gate, I saw Maggie Ruell, Ford's schoolmate, wearing a white dress.
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