Edited by Roxanne K. Young, Associate Editor.
Mrs Small woke with a start. She had
slept all night in a waiting room chair and her shawl had slipped to
the floor, leaving her with a chill. Sitting up straight, she pulled
the well-worn wrap about her shoulders and looked anxiously toward the
glass doors. Surely someone would have information about Alton's
condition by now. Her mind slipped into a reverie of the previous
Christmas, and she could still hear Alton's words: "Well, Honey, we
have been married 50 years and I wouldn't change one of them."
Brezina D. Alton Small. JAMA. 1998;280(22):1902. doi:10.1001/jama.280.22.1902