Gloria slowly made her way up the steps, holding tightly to the handrail to keep herself from swaying from side to side. The music had been loud at the State Street speakeasy this evening, and the alcohol had been flowing. She could have had her choice of at least three gentlemen to escort her home, but the cool air and the solitude had helped to clear her mind some. She at last made it to the third floor flat which she shared with two other girlfriends, turned the key, and went inside.
Apparently, Abigail and Belinda were still out; only silence greeted her. She was about to proceed to her room when she noticed a plain white envelope upon the table beside the door, addressed to her. Inside was a letter, written on crème colored paper in neat, but cramped handwriting.
My Dear Gloria
Forgive me for being the bearer of bad news, but I must speak to you of a matter of utmost urgency regarding your mother. I must urge you to visit my office at the Shadyside Sanatorium at your earliest convenience.
Sincerely,
Dr. William Harrington