PART 3 - RESCUE IN THE NIGHT OF WIND
that snatches at my baseball hat, plucks at her skimpy cotton blanket, rocks the waiting ambulance that flashes blood-red "Here-I-come!"... until doors shut us warm inside, enclosing us in snug confines of white and chrome and tubes and gloves of latex rubber belts and rails, amid the squawk of... Sign in to see full entry.