Melvin’s Most Important Account
Perspiration rolled down Melvin’s face and neck, leaving a wet ring around his collar. “My chest feels like a dead elephant is sitting on it.”
Melvin checked his pulse on his Fit Tracker 3000. “God, over 200 beats per min.
Record temperatures reached above one-hundred degrees Fahrenheit this July. Melvin rested under the shade of a large magnolia tree. Swigging off a lukewarm bottle…