The phone rang early this morning at Winsome Headquarters, but it woke only me and the maid. The maid got to it before I could, and told me it was the head nurse at the Birch Street Nursing Home, asking if I could work today. The nurse who usually works Sundays was feeling a little under the weather. I agreed to take the day at the higher holiday rate. When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home, most of the patients were still asleep, and the ones who were awake seemed to be in a daze. Even Mrs. Lieberman made a couple of careless errors during the first few poker hands. She said that was sure some strong tequila I had brought there yesterday.
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