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Chapter 41

           "I’mnotafraid.Iwishthetaxiwouldcome,though."

           Wehearditcomingupthestreetandsawitsheadlights.ItturnedintothedrivewayandIhelpedCatherineinandthedriverputthebagupinfront.

           "Drivetothehospital,"Isaid.

           Wewentoutofthedrivewayandstartedupthehill.

           AtthehospitalwewentinandIcarriedthebag.TherewasawomanatthedeskwhowrotedownCatherine’sname,age,address,relativesandreligion,inabook.Shesaidshehadnoreligionandthewomandrewalineinthespaceafterthatword.ShegavehernameasCatherineHenry.

           "Iwilltakeyouuptoyourroom,"shesaid.Wewentupinanelevator.Thewomanstoppeditandwesteppedoutandfollowedherdownahall.Catherineheldtighttomyarm.

           "Thisistheroom,"thewomansaid."Willyoupleaseundressandgetintobed?Hereisanight-gownforyoutowear."

           "Ihaveanight-gown,"Catherinesaid.

           "Itisbetterforyoutowearthisnight-gown,"thewomansaid.

           Iwentoutsideandsatonachairinthehallway.

           "Youcancomeinnow,"thewomansaidfromthedoorway.Catherinewaslyinginthenarrowbedwearingaplain,square-cutnight-gownthatlookedasthoughitweremadeofroughsheeting.Shesmiledatme.

           "I’mhavingfinepainsnow,"shesaid.Thewomanwasholdingherwristandtimingthepainswithawatch.

           "Thatwasabigone,"Catherinesaid.Isawitonherface.

           "Where’sthedoctor?"Iaskedthewoman.

           "He’slyingdownsleeping.Hewillbeherewhenheisneeded."

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