CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Into the Breach
Dr. Murphy was in his cabin. In spite of the shipboard informality I was becoming accustomed to, I knocked. His door opened. The aging man let me in. He waved me to recline on one of his unmade bunks. I looked around briefly, wondering if the Filipinos ever entered his place. It wasn’t dirty, but the room was unkempt everywhere I could see. He sat in his single small chair, identical to the one in my own cabin. He peered at me over the top of his tri-focal glasses. I thought about what I needed to say for a moment.
The doctor might be totally unnecessary, with respect to the mission, or he could determine, like in the song, “who went free or who to blame.” Earlier, we had worked well together as a team. I had acted as the doctor, however, and he as my assistant. We had administered more than fifty morphine injections to seasick passengers, as well as to the Basque and Dutch, who more likely suffered from hangovers from the Mouseketeer blowout, rather than seasickness. In many ways, we had left legality behind when we departed St. Lawrence Island.
U ever see Izzy perform live??? He sang my favorite version of “sum where over the rainbow ” him an that ukulele r a legend
I have never seen Izzy perform live. I will look his Over the Rainbow up on You Tube
though. Thanks for the comment and the suggestion…
Semper fi,
Jim
Thanks for the fixes even though you are laid up. More twists and turns then a can of spaghetti. The Voodoo is an unexpected twist.
No advance button in the last 2 chapters.
Thanks Pete,
I posted those two and needed to head for Doctor’s Appt.
Thank to your sharp eye, fixed now