Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #244
…I don’t imagine the Wilson clan favors you much. From what I hear, they still blame you for their daughter’s poor condition…
Attorney Ferrell has several suspects in mind. “What about that family who were squatting on you land on Campbell Lake? They weren’t too happy when you had my brother-in-law, you know, Agnes’ husband Chief Odz, tear down their shack and kick them off the land. That wasn’t too long ago and I am leery of desperate red-necked people with most of their teeth missing.”
“I felt nothin’ septin’ bad ‘bout that. It wasn’t even my idea to give them the boot. They shouldnt’a let their critters run loose, ‘specially those ‘noxious pigs. You could smell them all the way to city hall.”
That is descriptive enough to get Lyn to find an excuse to leave the room. “I’ll make us some iced tea.”
“No, they fit the anger profile, but I think Miss Fenwick’s nose would have been a part of her scrutiny. And then there were the clothes…” He eliminates the gypsies from suspicion. “I don’t imagine the Wilson clan favors you much. From what I hear, they still blame you for their daughter’s poor condition.”
“I feel bad ‘bout that too, but you got the judge to see the facts, that they told me that she had reaction to penicillin when she had strep throat two weeks before. Hank Palmer gives it to her over at A&M. By the time I saw her – and I was a last resort far as the family was concerned – rheumatic fever had set in for good.”
“You don’t have to convince me, Doc, but I don’t think that the facts matter to them.”
“Mister Ferrell?” Carolyn Hanes has been listening closely, knowing more than a little about intrigue and it seems a little about the Wilsons. “I may know something helpful.”
“At this point, any information would be of use.”
“Well, it has been a number of years, but I remember securing a room for an editor of mine at the time and it was at a Sherman Wilson Inn. When you mentioned that name, it made me think about what happened when I helped check the editor in.
“He happened to be black, which really has nothing to do with anything other than staying in the Negro rooms. That is not fair to begin with, but it is a precocious, what I would guess 10 year old boy, that I recall most. He refused to take the bags to the room and was as rude a young man as I ever met. The look of hate on that boy’s face is an image that I have repeated many times in my works about the South.”
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