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“Melnyk, Melnyk.” She types in the name. “Here she is. Stephanie Anne Melnyk. Fifty-six years old.”
“That’s too young.” I tell her about the granny underwear and compression socks, her sagging breasts and papery, wrinkled neck. The orthopedic shoes. “Come have a look?”
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The woman’s milk-white belly wobbles as the nurse and I climb into the ambulance.
I put on a pair of gloves and take out the airway. I fish the grass and the pebbles from her eye socket.
“See?” I lift the woman’s hand, her wrist with the key dangling.
