Tales Of Corwin

Clare Tannerman’s tiny house was cold, and she was sitting in a rocking chair when they checked on her. She was shivering, and her speech was slurred. Her eyes looked feverish, but her skin felt cool—maybe too cool. There were plenty of blankets in the house, but she didn’t seem to be thinking clearly enough to put them on. Mark did it for her, and gave her hot cider to drink, while the lieutenant got on the radio to consult with the EMTs. Eventually, they decided it was too risky to try to get an ambulance out to her, so they bundled her up, carried her out to the Humvee, and took her to the ER that way. Mark left her there, promising to visit as soon as he could. Sandra had an adventure of her own, while Mark was out on that call. Ready for a break from the kitchen, she went out on the snowmobile with Vicente to bring a hot meal to Doris Shaughnessy. Doris was the oldest member of Mark’s church, and one of the most outgoing and friendly. She had struck up a conversation with Sandra the first time Sandra h