He placed his canvas hat on the chair beside him and crossed his legs, moving his large work shoe slowly back and forth. He took his watch from the side pocket of his bib overalls, glanced at it and slid it back into his pocket. He turned and walked slowly to one of the chairs across from the desk. Excuse me, miss, has Jim Caputo been admitted? A moment later a tall, dark Italian in his mid-fifties approached her. Then silence.Ī cool breeze pushed past the swinging doors of the emergency room to the reception desk where a nurse glanced up as it touched her. Biber! Please come to the emergency room. In the emergency room, the nurses began preparing for the patient. The stillness of the night was broken by the screech of the ambulance siren.
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