Chapter 3: Chocolate Candy ClustersMurphy hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Siobhan it was going to be a long day. At the last minute he’d been given Jan Larsson, a patient whose physical therapist had called in sick.
Murph wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He’d read over Gary’s notes, and it seemed Mr. Larsson, a senior in his early seventies, had lost his wife the year before to cancer. He’d declined bereavement counseling offered by Hospice, and rather than return to an empty home, he’d taken to stopping at the local gin mill for a hamburger and a few beers…possibly more than a few. As a result, he’d pulled into the wrong driveway—he lived in a community where the houses all looked the same, so a few drinks made it even easier to make that mistake—and when his remote failed to op
