CHAPTER THREE
June 12, 1937 ~ Journal of Dr. Stevens ~ Thelma gave me a mug from the diner. Nice lady. Probably felt sorry for me. Emotion is surprising me—hadn’t known Henry all that long.
He had been a good assistant. Some problems had become apparent, but everybody has problems. There was a child somewhere he’d never gotten to raise. He had leaned toward the eccentric but …
I slept by a pool last night.
Why did I ever let Henry go in any pool?
In Arizona, Henry had helped make a major discovery—one upper pool connected to another below—at the bottom of the hill. He swam all that way underwater, but as he reached the lower pool opening, he became entangled in vines and almost drowned.
Chilly last night in Osceola. Heard raindrops on the trees for a time, but it never hit the ground
