A pale, quiet woman—her mother—wheeled the girl into my clinic. It was a blistering Florida day, and the girl was shivering. She glanced up at me when I said hello and asked her name.
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“Hi,” she said, giving me a broad smile. Her smile was the only broad thing about her. Her elbows and knees had contractured, twisting her into a narrow curlicue of herself. “Thank you for seeing me.”
“You’re very welcome. Tell me what brings you here.”