I did not rest long this morning. In fact, I don’t believe I rested much at all.
I was at the library when it opened, and I spent the better part of the morning researching hospitals. The early afternoon was spent making phone calls to various facilities, and by four this afternoon, I had found the proverbial needle in a haystack.
At St. Joseph’s Hospital in Nashua, New Hampshire, I found Dr. Oliver Aronstine, aged 77 years and still practicing internal medicine with a special focus on pediatrics.
Dr. Aronstine once worked for St. Ann’s Orphanage, from 1920 to 1931.
His name features prominently in many of the records I read.
Dr. Aronstine left work at five in the evening and was home ready for dinner by six. He was, from what I saw, due to dine at the Nashua Country Club.
He did not make it there.
In fact, Dr. Aronstine did not make it anywhere.
He remained in his house, seated at the dinner table across from the corpse of his newly deceased wife of 53 years.
Much to his disappointment, his dinner was nothing quite as palatable as I’m sure the chefs at his country club had prepared for the other members.
No, Dr. Aronstine dined on his own intestines.
It was a tricky business, keeping him alive as he became a breathing Mobius strip.
And while he died too early in the evening for my liking, it was still well worth the effort.
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