A Tale of Marriage, Medicine and Murder


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Chapter 3: Chapter Three
"... the copied chart. Coming out of the lounge, Dr. Lawrence gave Darryl Dodson a thumbs-up and a reassuring grin. “Let’s get this show on the road!” He ushered the procession to the back door, then stood in the doorway with Penny, watching the red and white bird lift away. The excitement ..."

Chapter 7: Chapter Seven
"...Moreover, he had a special affection for birds. With a mere whistle, he would call a whole flock of seagulls to the end of his dock. One particular mockingbird family maintained residence on the site and could be counted on to mimic his whistle and to provide appropriate music for watching sunsets across the Cooper ..."
"...full moon cast a glow on the water and they breathed the salty, fishy odor while the river played its music. Water lapped against the dock pilings, mullet jumped and splashed, fiddler crabs scurried in the marsh, and mud holes popped open behind the receding tide. Night birds called and a thousand frogs croaked. ..."

Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve
"...a fingernail moon, she walked with him around the yard before opening his can of Alpo. Callie was nowhere to be seen, but plenty of cat chow remained in her bowl. Penny tried to remember the last time she had watched the cat creeping up on a bird. It had been a good while. She remembered feeding the snake sometime last week. She had marked it on the calendar but she would have to check the date. Snake care was definitely her least favorite task. ..."
"... a different viewpoint.” “Right! I’ve heard that an Indian will pretend he’s a bird, flying higher and higher, until his problems are way below him. Then he places a hawk’s eye crystal in the middle of his forehead as a third eye.” “Well, I can see how looking at ..."

Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen
"...She heard the powerful engines roar with acceleration toward lift off, then experienced increased gravity as the metallic bird left concrete and forced its load upward. Opening her eyes, she watched the earth, at a crazy angle beneath the wing, slowly straighten out, and a living map passed beneath her: a strange collage of pencil-line roads, matchbox buildings, and snaking waterways. ..."

Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen
"... Maureen! “Yeah, I’ve picked myself into some thin cotton.” A house wren landed on the window ledge then flitted away, and Penny wished that both she and Maureen could hop on the bird’s back and fly far away from here. Maureen broke the intense silence. “When you pick in thin cotton ..."
"... bird’s back and fly far away from here. Maureen broke the intense silence. “When you pick in thin cotton you don’t get your quota.” Her shoulders slumped forward, leaving her scapulae, like bird bones, outlined beneath the flimsy hospital gown. She’d lost weight! Struck by a wave of ..."

Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen
"... “But I don’t understand giving her more fluid when she’s so congested. She is gasping, and the only place I can hear breath sounds is right below her clavicles.” Penny’s voice sounded like a bird fluttering from branch to branch, and she was suddenly short of breath herself. ..."

Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty
"... sputum, and he required suctioning when he choked. Penny spread the bird seed she had brought from home on the ice-crusted ground outside Mr. Garrett’s window, and they watched through the blinds as hungry birds and squirrels fought over it. “I remember a storm like this years ago.” Mr. ..."
"...“I remember a storm like this years ago.” Mr. Garrett squinted at Penny as the sun printed slats of light on his face. “Everything iced over and the temperature dropped into the teens, like today. Mother told us to find birds frozen in the bushes and on the ground and bring them in the house, then she put them in a box and dried off their feathers as the ice melted. There were five of them and all but two came back to life.” ..."
"... and dried off their feathers as the ice melted. There were five of them and all but two came back to life.” “That was before anybody knew birds carry histoplasmosis,” Penny said. “Yeah, I didn’t catch that. It was working around steam engines on the railroad that got me. More than ..."

"...Back in her room, Penny examined the bed. Carved into the footboard was a hawk, whose extended wings reached the corner posts. The bird stood on a vine that divided and continued along the sides, then climbed the posts that supported the headboard. Branches of the vine extended around the square tester and met in front with a great flourish of leaves. ..."

"...was clean, the pantry restocked, and clothes from the trip ironed and put away. A cold wind chilled Penny as she sprinted from the house to her car, and as she drove to Jacksonville low storm clouds mounded and whirled above her. An extensive swarm of small, fork-tailed birds, rising and falling like the surf, sailed toward her, and Penny passed beneath them. Through the rearview mirror, she observed the whole flock settling onto trees and electric wires, all of them just following the crowd. She wondered if any one of them had looked at the ..."

"...but the hawk rode ahead on a current of air and dropped onto the low branch of an oak, its dappled-brown back close enough for Penny to see individual feathers ruffling in the wind. The tips of its rust-colored tail feathers formed a gleaming black line, and the bird peered at her over its shoulder with one eye. ..."
"...sort of explosion in her chest and stomach followed by tingling that extended out into her fingertips. A surge of joy and strength slammed into her, making her feel as if she could fly up into the air. Penny remained motionless, and for a long moment the bird looked at her out of one eye and then out of the other. All sound stopped as they stared at each other, and everything in the world disappeared except the two of them. ..."
"...It glanced back a couple of times, and about thirty feet ahead settled onto another tree and watched Penny catch up. When she was even with its branch, she looked the hawk full in the face and its blue-black eyes flashed silver. With several tremendous flaps, the bird launched itself forward, soaring ahead without wasting a motion, then it turned, swooped down, and flew toward Penny at the level of her chest, its wings fully extended. The hawk came straight at her, then at the last minute changed course and she felt wind on her face ..."

"...she poured herself a cup and eased open the door to the patio. Lilacs and azaleas spread soft pinks around the perimeter of the yard and unopened wisteria blossoms hung on their vines like grapes. Penny stepped outside breathing sweet air into her lungs while an early bird made the only sounds on earth. “Chewey, chewey, chewey, tummy hurts, tummy hurts.” It was the nutty mockingbird who spent his days fluttering against the car windows, looking at his reflection in the side mirrors, and defecating on the paint. Johnny said he must have flown ..."
"... “Don’t forget you have a date tonight.” She poured a glass of orange juice and carried it outside where sunlight freckled the lawn and illuminated a world so green she could smell the color. Two squirrels stared at her from a bed of pansies and the mockingbird whistled: “He hit him, he hit him; take it out, take it out, take it out.” ..."
"... we’d all fall off. You know?” Penny searched her husband’s face. He smiled but his eyes were sad, and he spoke so quietly his voice was almost drowned out by the bird chorus. “Are you happy with me?” He added something else, but Penny missed it. She answered quickly. “I ..."

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