It was a somewhat chilly mid-afternoon in the middle of November. And down at the hospital it was a typically busy day; phones ringing, typewriters typing, and on that special occasion, you could hear the facility's janitor singing, while he was cleaning.
At the little bus stop just across the street sat a handful of children who were laughing and smiling happily. They were all eagerly awaiting the afternoon bus, hoping to make it to school before the bell was dinging. Some of them were already warmly wrapped in brightly colored plush; undoubtedly the work of a mother fearing their child might come down with a feverish disgust.
Soon, there would be a meeting with
dear sweet Mr. Harry Blight. He was rather anxious; it had been quite a long
time since the two were able to share in any conversation. It was due to
unfortunate circumstances though, and of course, the natural order and
condition that is life--always busy and always on the go.