The ringing telephone shattered the quietness of the night. Fear’s icy fingers wrapped around me. Who would call in the middle of the night?

“Yes,” Dorothy, my wife, said, “may I help you?”

I looked at my watch as I reached for the telephone. It was 12:30. “Hello. Yes, I remember him; what’s wrong?” Suddenly I was wide awake as I listened to the woman on the other end of the line. She was crying, and at times her words were hardly more than a whisper. Finally the caller said, “We need you now; please come.”

“OK, I’ll be right in,” I said.

“Who was that?” Dorothy asked.

“That was Barry’s wife; he’s one of the patients I took care of a few days ago. He appeared to be depressed, but I couldn’t find anything in ... »
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