“I visit my patients frequently, particularly those on farms like Anna Montgomery. She’s poor, as everyone knows, and lives with eleven cats in a dilapidated farmhouse near Murphysboro, too poor to pay my bills—that’s true, except in molasses cookies, gossip about her children in Missouri, and hot cups of milk tea—but come winter, her roof buckles under the weight of snow, her plumbing freezes, and I dutifully make the long drive from Carbondale to dig a path to Anna’s door, and check her cupboa...rd, then her pulse. Now, I do not mention these weekly visits to the poor to impress you, or to suggest that without Dr. Henry Popper’s services these people would die (many problems, Lord knows, are beyond the pale of physics), but to explain how I came to be on a lonely country road after the severest snowstorm in the history of southern Illinois, and to assure you that, for all the crackpots who report unearthly phenomena, I am the most reliable of men. House calls help my patients, obviously, but they help me, too.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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