THE SILENT FREQUENCY
The stethoscope was the first thing she packed and the last thing she unpacked. Her father had used it for twenty-three years of small-town practice, and when he gave it to her on the morning she left for Boston, he said, "It hears better than I do anymore." She tucked it into the zippered pocket of her bag beneath a wool sweater and a thermos of tea he had made her. The tea had gone cold by...
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