Page 56 of Chosen Path
Hope pawed through the papers on Molly’s desk and found her prescription pad. She read off Molly’s number and then told the helpful representative Corrine’s name and address.
“Thanks, hon. Let’s see, Doctor Hart wrote a refill script for Ms. Wolf’s calcium channel blocker two days ago. That’s processing, but that’s the only thing I have on file for Ms. Wolf.”
“Hmm. Doctor Hart took over the practice from Doctor Larson. Could you check under his provider number and Ms. Wolf’s address?”
“Will do. I’ll take that number when you’re ready.”
Hope flipped open her mom’s file, found Doc Larson’s number, and rattled it off for Kelly. She listened as Kelly’s computer keys clacked.
“That’s interesting,” Kelly finally said. “There is an active insulin prescription at that address, but it’s for a Derek Wolf, not Corrine. And while Doctor Rolf Larson wrote the original prescription, the refills came from a Doctor Blanchet out in Maine.”
Kelly pronounced the French doctor’s surname as if it rhymed withhatchet.Hope could imagine how DoctorBlanch-aywould have reacted.
“How long has Derek Wolf been getting his insulin at the 213 Cliffside address, Kelly?”
“Oh, wait. No. It says here Doctor Blanchet was the treating physician until about three years ago. Then, hmmm, there’s a gap, but it looks like Doctor Larson resumed care. He wrote this script on October twenty-eighth of last year, and Mr. Wolf has five refills left. Maybe there was a mixup because both patients have the same last name.”
“That could be. Thanks so much for your help, Kelly.”
“You’re more than welcome, but I’m not sure how helpful I’ve been. Do you want me to email you a return label for that insulin or …?” Kelly trailed off, hoping that Hope would offer to take care of the issue herself.
Hope was happy to oblige her. “No need. Now that we know who it’s meant for, we can take care of it. And we’ll make sure the patients’ addresses are correct in the system, too.”
“Well, that sounds like a plan,” Kelly said, once again cheerful.
“Have a good weekend, Kelly.”
“You, too, Hope. TGIF!”
“TGIF,” Hope muttered. Kelly transferred her to an automated brief provider survey, which Hope promptly hung up on.
She looked down at the notes she’d scrawled and tried to make sense of the timeline.
Uncle dies
Corrine goes to Maine. Has falling out with Derek(?)
Derek moves to Canada, per Dr. Blanchet, insulin is free there
Three-year gap in Rx
October, insulin prescription transferred back to Doc Larson
April, Corrine dies
April, insulin delivered to Corrine
Where’s the insulin from October through March? Six months times three vials. Eighteen vials.
She shook her head. She needed to clear her mind. Think about something else for a while. She’d spend a few hours working through Doc’s files then go home and get ready for the funeral. Maybe she’d have a flash of brilliance somewhere in there.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
8:00 am
Kimberly decided to makehernot-at-all healthy, but extremely delicious, cinnamon apple streusel muffins to take to the luncheon. Her casserole was already assembled, pre-baked, and sitting in a covered ovenproof dish to be reheated in the church kitchen, but she needed to do something with all her anger. Why not bake?
She banged around the kitchen loudly, slamming and clattering as she assembled her ingredients. She was still steaming over the way Greg had treated her. She was plenty mad at Wendy, too. And don’t even get her started on her darling husband. Ron was in the doghouse, big time. But more of her ire was reserved for Greg Rockman.
