In a Glass House
In a Glass House Doctor Erik had left the office early. He had agreed to make a home visit, something no doctor did anymore. After all, he had moved to this inhospitable part of the state where some concessions were needed. Deep down, he had been dominated by a pressing desire to get to know that strange part of the city where few people went. City? This was far more rural than any other place he had seen. Another motivation was the boredom of everyday life, the same kind of people and everything. And there he was, on that remote road with an imitation of asphalt, seeing the same landscape for more than half an hour. Low vegetation, flat land that never ended. He hadn't passed any cars yet. Probably he wouldn't find any. Someone had already commented that sometimes two days would go by without a vehicle circulating. According to the instructions he had received, in five minutes he would see a small wooden sign with the inscription “Linda’s Ranch”. He should turn right on a r...