Explore "The Three Strings" by Natalie Sumner Lincoln on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
JAMES PALMER felt his clean shaven chin with nervous fingers and turned away from contemplating himself in the mirror with a dissatisfied scowl. Kicking aside his tumbled clothes, which lay half on, half off the bed, he hurried into the living room of his apartment in time to catch Dr. Hayden as the latter was leaving on his round of professional visits.
"Give me a bracer, Hayden," he demanded. "My nerves have gone to pot."