The Window by Marilyn Weisman

Vivian sat in the hospital cafeteria staring out the window.  Her bowl of soup finished; she was nursing her coffee when a heavyset, red curly haired nurse plopped down across the table from her. Vivian had hardly noticed when Marge started talking. “You’ve been with the hospital for a long time, haven’t you, Vivian?” “Some...

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Marilyn Weisman
Marilyn Weisman
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