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There’s a reason I became Doctor’s assistant and de facto nurse There’s a reason I’ at a lamb clad in a diaper and a bow-bedazzled collar I’er once, and she said, “You’ll be like Gammy”

“How so?” I asked

She smiled “A healer”

Shortly after Mum and my father were lost, the island hired a licensed physician to live here fulltih doctors Ahuja, King, and Greer—who stayed for two “ter powers less and less, except to teachBut a healer she was Mrs White told me that way back when, she would take the mental cases and see to the infants Gaers and concussions and the like

I feel war my Gas the bell, and I pull the door open to her radiant s red hair falls around her face I look down and see that in the hand that’s not propped on her cane, she’s holding a Tupperware box

“You didn’t!”

“Well, you know I certainly did”

“Mrs Glass” I tsk, then take the box of berry muffins as she coos at Baby, whoh the waiting area and over to the first of the clinic beds She’s got so that resembles multiple sclerosis—but she won’t leave the island for treath she’s only sixty-three

She asks all about Baby as I conduct herboxes off a photo-copied list on my clip-board for each question I should ask, each small test I should do Doctor wrote it out for me before he left

“I’d say you’re as good as l

ast ti strong, I believe Tell ?”

I listen as she discusses toileting and her numb toes

“Mr Glass has been ested,” she reports “I believe that does help”

“Lovely of him”

She smiles proudly “I did well”