On Tuesday, Vinson saw that her temperature had risen above 100.
Now Pham and Vinson have Ebola and are in the care of nurses as brave as themselves.
Vinson was rolled out in a wheelchair wearing a full body hazmat suit.
Vinson asked Rivkin, “They can decide how much broccoli everyone should eat each week?”
Two police detectives whom he knew well were walking on either side a soldier in corporal's uniform—Vinson, of course!
Little by little, Vinson's mother cut off supplies: the corporal, incapable of breaking with Nichoune, ran up debts in the town.
The trip did not end without a telling taste of Mr. Vinson's very individual quality.
Vinson and Fandor were sufficiently alike as to height and figure: besides, soldiers' uniforms were not an exact fit.
Vinson dared not risk a movement: he stood rigid, motionless.
