Biography of hannah alexander

"YOU'RE A DOCTOR?"Cheryl leaned toward Mel and raised her voice to be heard over the din of Mazzio diners. "You could help me paralyze someone, then, couldn't you?"

Mel stared at her with some trepidation. This was the "nice young lady" his pastor, Brother Ron, wanted him to meet? "Um . . . well . . . what, exactly, did you--"

"I'd better explain myself," she said with a smile. "I write novels. I'm doing research on book number thirteen, and I need one of my characters to be paralyzed through part of the story. Any idea how I could do that without damaging him permanently?"

With relief and sudden interest, Mel gave her all the information she needed. Actually, she received more than she needed, in detail. He couldn't understand why she only ate half a slice of pizza the whole evening.

Thus was Cheryl's introduction into the world of an emergency room physician. It was Mel's introduction into fiction. They were both fascinated. A year and a half lat

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