Kind Lady Doctor Lives Here
I gently touched the angry scar where his larynx used to be. He motioned for a blank piece of paper and his companion handed him a nub of chalk. Confused, I watched my patient draw a friendly cat and a cross. Puzzled, I raised a brow at his disheveled companion.
“He cain’t read or write doc, never got a chance. He been riding the rails since he was twelve, best he figures. We gots our own picture words so that help him but thing is, Max was our best storyman. Even gots a sign, says that Max has a new story to tell. He just a regular hobo now but I stays with him.”
I turned to Max, both of us swiping at a stray tear, as he entrusted me with his story.
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