He put a rabbit’s foot in his pocket, scoured the garden for a four-leafed clover, and hung a horseshoe on their front door for luck.
Sarah suggested he hang the horseshoe points up, to keep luck from leaving.
He ignored her, yet again.
So she left. She had warned him!
Mary is Irish, superstitious, and a believer in luck coming in threes.
“Get some rest,” the doctor suggested, upon glancing at my chart for a millisecond. “The fever will break soon.”
It sounded dismissive and rehearsed.
I fought the urge to launch into a diatribe about attention to detail. Realistically, it didn’t matter anymore: he was unaware he’d been treating Patient Zero.
Eldar recently finished reading a novel about a devastating pandemic. Go figure.