The Terminal Man

The Terminal ManPart one of a new novelTuesday, March 9, 1971: AdmissionIThey came down to the emergency ward at noon and sat on the bench just behind the swinging doors that led in from the ambulance parking slot. Ellis was nervous, preoccupied, distant. Morris was relaxed, eating a candy bar and crumpling the wrapper into the pocket of his white jacket.From where they sat, they could look at the sunlight outside, falling across the big sign that read emergency ward and the smaller one that rea...