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Alan jabbed his key in the vicinity of the ignition twice, missing both times. “A doctor? At the hospital?”

“Not a doctor. What good have a host of sawbones done my great-granddaughter? No good, that’s what.”

Alan felt his burst of hope slowly shrivel. “Oh, not an M.D.” He clung to the belief that a doctor on the cutting edge of a new discovery about muscles and nerves would one day allow Louemma to move her arms again.

“Hear me out, Alan. I’ve lived many years and I’m not without common sense. The woman I met was working with old Donald Baird. She got him using his left arm and he's moving his fingers. What do you say to that?”

Alan turned his head. “After Donald’s stroke he had severe permanent damage to his entire left side.”

“Uh-huh. And today I watched him weave a potholder.”

“Weaving?” Alan snorted. This time he started the car easily.

“Don’t be making pig noises at me, Alan Ridge. Laurel Ashline said doctors recruited weavers during the Second World War to help injured soldiers regain the use of their limbs. Can it hurt to talk with her?”

“Fine, Grandmother. Tomorrow I’ll put out feelers. That’s my best offer.”

“You’re a good boy. A caring father. I’ve got no doubt you’ll explore every avenue to help Louemma. And that includes calling Laurel Ashline.”