. . Nothing but bluebirds all day long!â
Captain Wolfe
We park in front of the pharmacy, between a horse cart with two mules and a green army truck with wood sides. CIVILIAN CONSERVATION CORPS it reads on the door.
When I enter the building, Iâm surprised to see Mr. Stengerâs wife at the counter talking to a tall man in a CCC uniform. Iâm glad itâs her. Mr. Stenger may still be miffed about the scene with Nick Rioli when we tried to buy the epinephrine. It makes me tense just thinking about it. Also, I donât want him to give me another quarter.
âWill the young man be okay?â Mrs. Stenger asks as she wraps up a collection of medical suppliesâa compression gauze, cottonballs, and Merthiolate. Sheâs a pretty lady, with her dark wavy hair tied back, and she wears her husbandâs long white lab coat that droops almost to the floor.
Mrs. Stenger, I remember from my previous years in Liberty, is an inquisitive, college-educated woman of about fifty, with five children whom she raises like wildflowers.
âIâm sorry we donât have a physician in town anymore,â she goes on in her low voice. âAre you sure you donât want to buy a sling or some plaster? What if you need to make a cast?â
âNo, this should be fine. The boyâs arm doesnât seem to be broken, just scraped and bruised. He was clowning around and fell off the truck. Fifth District is sending Dr. Crane from Camp Laurel tomorrow.â The CCC man strokes the head of the purring orange cat on the counter.
Iâm feeling shy, but have to speak up. âIâm a registered nurse. Is there anything I can do to help?â
âOh, Nurse Becky. I didnât recognize you.â Thatâs Mrs. Stenger. âMy husband told me that you and Dr. Blum were back in town.â
âWeâve just returned from Virginia, Dr. Blum and I, but Dr. Blum is not well.â
As I move toward the counter, I can see the man is nice looking with a straight jaw and small, flat ears, but a scar down his cheek mars his handsomeness. A military injury from the Great War, I imagine. Most of the CCC officers, Patience told me, are from the army reserves, and General Douglas MacArthur is in charge of the program.
âI know first aid and can even set a broken arm.â
âThank you. I appreciate the offer, but weâll be okay.â The gentleman salutes and limps toward the door. From the looks of him, his face was not the only part of him wounded. Still, he carries himself well and doesnât seem outwardly disabled. He turns at the door. âMiss? Miss . . .â
âRebecca Myers,â Mrs. Stenger offers.
âMiss Myers, if youâre ever interested in helping out at the camp, we accept volunteers. . . . Itâs Camp White Rock. Do you know where it is?â
âIâve heard of it. I can get directions.â
âThen I hope youâll come by.â He gives me a smile and I see that his teeth are strong and white.
âIâll think about it. Iâm caring for Dr Blum in his convalescence, so that makes it complicated, but Iâll think about it.â
âJust ask for Captain Wolfe.â He salutes us both again and then turns with a snap and marches down Main.
Gray Skies
âBecky, Becky. Becky,â Mrs. Stenger gushes coming around the counter as if we were once best friends. âItâs so good to see you and oh, my holiness . . . the captain . . . what a man. He was nearly killed in the Invasion of Lorraine. . . . So how is the doctor? How is he? Terrible! Terrible! Whatâs his condition, anyway?â The woman floats around the counter flapping the long white medical coat and looking like the older sister of the actress, Joan Hopkins, same dark hair and big eyes.
I take a deep breath. âHeâs stable, but heâs suffered some kind of brain damage.â I keep the story short, wanting to stay on
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