“Finer’n frog hair, Doc. Say, did you hear about
ol’ Bob over at the junction?”
“Sure was a shame, Windy. I had no idea he was sick. Went pretty
fast is what I heard.”
“Me, too. Say Doc, you remember Minnie up at the capitol? I heard
she passed just last week.”
“You don’t say. That’s a shame. Used to see her at dances at the
Legion. So how are you, Windy?”
“Oh, I’m okay, I guess. Them pills you gave me seem to be helpin’
with the arthur-itis and the lombardo of the back. How ‘bout you,
Doc? Eatin’ good? Getting’ some exercise?”
Doc shrugged and looked to see if his next patient was sitting in
the waiting room yet. Not yet.
“Doing just fine, Windy, for a semi-old person.”
“I’m shore glad to hear that, Doc. Missus Doc doin’ good, too?”
“Yep. She’s out working in the garden right now.”
“I heard her sister passed not long ago.” [to top of second
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“That’s true, but her sister was
12 years older, you know.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Say Windy, I know there must have been some reason for you to call
me up today. Are you sure you don’t need to come in and see me?”
“Oh, not today, Doc. Just wanted to see how you’re getting’ along.
Truth is, I’m runnin’ out of people to call.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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