OK, I finally got Lily's Vol#3 out of Philadelphia, tied up loose ends etc., and could have written The End...except, now I've got to go back and take care of the bad spots and gaps I left behind.
First up, the month of October 1937 when Lily, assigned to only half-day service, is no longer able to submerge herself in nursing, and can't stop worrying about her friends in the Spanish Civil War.
I've written this bit before, two different ways, and have yet to capture her angst as she pours over the New York Times in her vain attempt to understand what exactly is going on over there--while I show the reader what the Times tells about what is going on over there.
There must be a way...there must be a way...