The Water Bearer

“Good Lord, man, I’m sorry,” he apologized, grabbing Jim by the shoulders and holding him steady. “Are you OK?”

“Yes, sir,” breathed Jim, but the truth was that Dr. Wilson had startled him.

He wasn’t the same man Jim had met a week ago, nor was he the same man Grace talked about. He was energetic, ebullient.

“Well, catch your breath, Jim,” Wilson said, still gripping his shoulders. “It looks as if I didn’t break any bones.”

“No, sir.”

“Then, I’m off. Good day to you!”

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